Shortly after the last transmission, the Winter Watch was upgraded to a Winter Storm Warning. Rather than trot out another bulletin, in spite of this vital information, I made and executive decision to ride out the three hours of white knuckled unknown until the Warning was unceremoniously cancelled. Greeting the day were far more “yeah but[s]” and “well if[s]” among the weather celebrities, editors and the few unicorns remaining with an actual fancy book learnin’ background than there were flakes. Those light hit and miss flakes managing to survive at ground level are sharing space with large patches of exposed grass creating the look of one bad comb over. The day looks to remain wet and gray but I don’t believe it needs to be spent in the bunker.