I stood in the living room last week, when I heard the weather report for mid-week. They were calling for a snowstorm, however they also said it would certainly fizzle out before it got to our area. My hubby kept saying she had a exhausting feeling about this storm. She cleaned the furnace and made sure all of us had a full tank of oil. She cleaned the chimney and got wood stacked up on the porch. She was afraid that if the power went out, all of us would need to use the fireplace to keep us warm. By the weekend, the weatherman was now talking about a snowstorm that was heading our way, and they were calling for up to six inches of snow. On Wednesday, the storm was being updated and they were predicting about a foot of snow. By Wednesday, when the storm began in earnest, my hubby had the porch lined up with enough wood to keep the fireplace burning for a week. Both of us had a full tank of oil for the furnace, and she had the snowplow on the truck. Before the storm ended on Wednesday day, all of us had almost 2 feet of snow and the un-even temperatures had plummeted from the mid-forties to the mid teens and they weren’t going up. I was glad that all of us didn’t lose the electricity, however all of us still had to have the fireplace running. The wind was howling, and it seemed to be right through the house. As much as I laughed at my hubby’s worry over the storm at the start, I was glad she was prepared.