Another snowstorm, only this time I rode it out with D in the city, which has now had more snow in the past 23 days than ever on record, and the 3rd snowiest winter over all here recorded so far. They have taken to naming storms of late, like they do with hurricanes. This was Neptune, named for the Sea god (aka Poseidon), and indeed the storm only really took off once it crossed over the ocean waters and picked up all that moisture, whipped it in frigid air, and hurled it down over our already snow inundated region. Juno, Linus, and Marcus preceded. Juno perhaps in icy fury at her husband Jupiter's shenanigans. But Linus, I don't know - one thinks of Peanuts' Linus Van Pelt with his security blanket, which I recall was warm and fuzzy, not a cold blanket of snow. Marcus - well, perhaps derived from the god Mars, though this fiery hot-head was not known for coldness by a long shot.
I came in Friday night by taxi since D had managed to grab a rare open parking spot on the street (his alley spot out back is a mountain of snow). But we had to plan for the parking ban last night, which meant getting the car uncovered as quickly as possible after 8 pm to drive it over to a public garage before they filled up. They offer parking discounts during the parking bans, but only if you park and get out again within 2 hours before the ban and 2 hours after it's lifted. Otherwise you're charged the exorbitant day rates for the entire time you're parked. So around 8:15 pm or so, with the snow coming down fast and furious and the roads treacherous, we got the car and managed to find the last spot open in the nearest parking garage, then we walked back home.
We might have been able to get an early Valentine's Day dinner in anyway but for D having a case of diverticulitis, which made for some anxiety as he tried to determine how bad it was. He stuck to broth and other liquids and started feeling better late last night, and good enough to have a couple of scrambled eggs this morning. So he'll take it slow and I'll heat some frozen food for myself and we'll have dinner out another time. The sun has already come out after the storm, although the wind is strong and the wind chills predicted to be dangerously low, so we'll stay inside and lay low. At least I can enjoy the lovely roses D got me and dream of days when roses will be blooming in the Public Garden again.