I woke up to a blizzard. Fred and I started shoveling and plowing the snow out of the way, and the café managed to open 3 hours later than usual.
It seems that we tricked the weather into being well behaved for Victoria Day Weekend by holding it a little early, and now on the 24th, Victoria’s actual birthday, we’re getting even worse than we normally expect!
Deep breaths. It’ll melt soon. Won’t it?