Whoosh...January is exiting the house. But not before we saw the “non-blizzard” happen. It’s amazing how “not snowing” can wreak as much havoc on our schedules as a “historic” snowstorm. On Monday, as the flakes started flying, the exodus from the city started early and was pretty steady. Greg and I opted to head out after the rush, and we got home in about the same time as it usually takes on a busy traffic day. Then we waited for the highly anticipated storm like we were waiting for Godot. There were dramatic presentations on television, where anxiety was amped up by the minute. I joked that if you wanted to teach children dramatic reading, all you needed to do was watch the endless commentary.