A Snow of Biblical Proportions?

Not sure, given where most of the Bible is set, that analogy is exactly apt, but we are now approaching 24 hours straight of heavy snow in NYC. And here's what The Weather Channel is reporting for the hours ahead:

"Heavy snow and near blizzard conditions will impact the New York City Metropolitan area. At 1211 AM EST, (that is, as I write, about 2 hours ago), National Weather Service Doppler Radar was tracking bands of heavy snow moving SW into the New York City Metropolitan Area. Snowfall rates of 2 to 3 inches per hour (and to judge by the pile on the wall outside our study window we already have over a foot), wind gusts of up to 45 MPH, and visibilities occasionally below 1/4 mile are expected with the snow through 2:15 AM (that is, 15 minutes ago and there is no let up in sight). Motorists should use extreme caution and avoid all non-essential travel."

Broadway is pretty much unplowed in front of the apartment, although a plow just passed a couple minutes ago. Subway seems to be running more or less normally. I was supposed to see my internist at 12:15 today, but I'm not sure that will happen, given the situation. The idea of her scheduler was to see her before my current prescriptions expire on March 1 so I can get new ones if she so deems.

I am feeling great, the swelling continues to go down and I am now only a couple pounds above my historic high weight. When I saw the visiting nurse Wednesday, I asked if there was any reason why I could not go out to a restaurant and she said no, so last night and Wednesday we ventured out. The first to our neighborhood Mexican place and last night way down to the East Village to a place called Motorino, which the (relatively) new NYT food critic this week called "the best pizza in New York." Well, after two $20 cab rides, waiting 15 minutes for a table in the cramped location, I disagree. It was terrific, expecially the crust, but I'll still take Grimaldi's and/or Patsy's. I can't disabuse my son of the idea that the stuff he buys along the street or from storefronts -- the kind you can hold vertically and watch the grease fall off -- is the quintessential NY pizza, but we are making some strides.

Riding at night, in the snow, in a warm cab, recovering -- it may be non-essential travel, it may be a lot of money to get to the East Village, but it is one great feeling.