Tomorrow they are predicting that we will be hit with a little bit of snow, a little bit of rain, and a little bit of ice. Typical winter weather, right?

Well, if by typical you mean what elicits fear, panic, and obsession, then, yes.

I swear, if we were expecting the sort of storm like Rudi and I moved down during four years ago, when D.C. received a foot of snow and eventually had to ask New Jersey to please let us borrow their snow plows and drivers after they were done with them, then I’d understand.

But we’re talking about a few inches, at best.

We are not Atlanta where snow is such a foreign thing that it’s cheaper to shut down the city whenever it falls than to keep a couple of plows on hand. It snows in D.C. every winter. Ice occurs even more regularly than that.

Get used to it, people. Shovel your sidewalks, clear your cars off fully before you drive them, and assume you will not need to burn toilet paper to stay warm.

We’re a proud, resilient people who fancy ourselves self-sufficient. Don’t let the Northerners see you before a winter storm, though, or they might question why we keep asking for political autonomy.