Three years ago my sister and I braved Snowmegeddon together in Alexandria. We stayed in the house only up to the point when we knew we wouldn’t die by stepping outside, and then proceeded to spend the next several days walking around the shuttered city. When we weren’t walking, we drove (the Jeep can go ANYWHERE…..almost), or rode our bikes (Jania was not especially skilled at this skill). The whole event was a blast.

Now, three years later, I understand we’re under the watchful eye of a Frankenstorm. Except this time, I live on a boat. I’m a little worried about how this will play out, but my neighbors are all confident and excited. I bribed one of them with stockpiled water in case I get scared and need to escape to the comfort zone of those who look forward to once-in-a-hundred-years event. We have secured a location for the poochie just in case we need to escape to my dads, but at this time, it looks like we’re going to see what Sandy has in store for us.

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