This blog is written by my co-editor Cheryl Clemens:

I’m writing this Thursday, so by the time you read it, things most likely will be even whiter outside.

As many of you know, I’m not a fan of snow. I’m a 100 percent run-to-the-Giant-for-milk-and-toilet-paper-kind-of-girl and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Luckily, I’m balanced out by a husband who grew up in the Midwest. His philosophy is the more snow the better.

Well, I did all my panic shopping late Wednesday night, and I’ve got everything I need to work at home for at least two days, if necessary.

So for this snowstorm, I’m going to do my best to enjoy instead of fret. I’m going to look out the window and see the snow as beautiful, not as an impediment to getting where I want to go. I’m not going to get frustrated when there is snow tracked all over the foyer, or when the dryer runs constantly full of snowpants, gloves and scarves. I’m not going to judge the neighbor who never shovels his part of the sidewalk, and I’m going to go outside while it’s still snowing to enjoy the white stuff up close.

And if all else fails, I’ll go down in the basement (dark, few windows, big screen TV) and wait for Monday.