I admit it! I'm a weather weenie

Yesterday's email alert of a winter weather watch is now updated to a BLIZZARD WARNING.
The all capitol letters parading across my blackberry sends shivers down my spine and that is before even a flake of snow hits the ground. I've never before lived someplace where a blizzard threatens to disrupt normal life. I don't know what to expect and I fear the worst. . . and not unjustly so, apparently, based on stories readers are submitting on this web site.

Walking from rooftop to rooftop because the snow was that high? Sweeping snow out of attics? Thirty foot snow drifts? Walking to school through snow tunnels?

Are you kidding me?

Suddenly, I'm worried about a host of things that were unfathomable last week in record-breaking 80-degree weather. Like starving inside my house because I can't get out of my front door. Or worrying my dog won't be able to get outside to do what dogs need to do. Will my house mirror the present fate of Fargo, North Dakota if the pipes freeze and break? What happens if the power goes out? Can I survive with the benefit of a down comforter and a furry dog and a shot of bourbon?

But, I take heart in the one thing that is certain about Panhandle weather.
Wait 24 hours. It'll all change.