As promised, our first-hand account of surviving Snowzilla. Living on a snow emergency route has its benefits--those plows were out early and often. We were able to dig a tidy snow cave into the piled up snow. Pepco managed to keep the power on, and I had shopped for at least a week's worth of groceries. We were well-fed, warm, and never ran out of toilet paper.
Sophie's snow-generated week off of school coincided nicely with the end of the winter quarter. She used her time wisely--cutting out and gluing literally hundreds of felt circles to one of her Katsucon costumes. A coworker of mine took a bullet for me, switching shifts at the last minute, preventing me from spending the entire weekend in the hospital. Ian changed his flight and got home ahead of the storm. Hunkered down, I cooked many, many dishes from "The Food Lover's Cleanse". It's not the kind of cleanse that requires massive stores of toilet paper. It's the kind of cleanse with dishes like Moroccan lamb shanks with pomegranate that you can invite your backyard neighbors over for during a snowstorm and enjoy with a nice bottle of red (or two).
I never did have to snowshoe into work, but I admit to a serious case of road rage at the snow removal crews who thought rush hour was the optimal time to block all but one lane of River Road. Thankfully, none of my patients had to emergently deliver a baby at home. Now the only thing that we labor and delivery professionals are more afraid of than Zika is being on call in mid-October when all the blizzard babies will be due to arrive.