The No'easter Not Nor'easter

It's 4am and I'm listening to city plows cutting back and forth between streets from my bedroom window. "My word, it sounds like an airport runway out there. I wonder if the meteorologists were right this time?" I think to myself. Might this be the big Nor'easter everyone predicted would dump over 2 feet of snow? Were the schools in the area wise in canceling classes and activities a day early? If it's truly a featherbed out there, I know what I'll be doing this weekend - a whole lot of skiing: Adirondack-style. I pop out from under the covers, bend the window blind back and peer into the white abyss. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gives the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, certainly not the Nor'easter everyone feared! I run downstowns to confirm with the ruler that no less than 2, at most 3 inches blanket the ground. This is hardly the driving storm of the year that had media crews, weather experts and politicians forewarned chaos until 11pm last night. What a joke! It's a No'easter not a Nor'easter. Fouled again thanks to global warming and misinformed, miscalculated and mispredicted scientists. Back to bed.