Yup, in North Carolina. Used to happen once or twice a year, but none of it the last couple. This here snowstorm is the real thing, coming down thick and white and good for packing into snowballs. We let our evening classes out early. (Most of the students in evening classes are our adult commuter students.) I still didn't get out of the building till nearly 10 p.m., but usually when I teach in the evening I don't get home till 11. So I got an extra hour and we didn't get to talk about early African American Methodists and Baptists.
Pasta with gorgonzola and toasted hazelnuts, I think. To blazes with diets, it's snowing. Padre Pablito will absolve me, I am certain of that. The pasta is whole wheat, anyway.
We watched the rest of the Romero movie in seminar today. Stunning. Literally: the students couldn't (and didn't want to) speak for five minutes afterward. We just sat in silence for a while.