This weekend’s noreaster dumped almost 2 feet of snow onto the city of Boston, making this probably one of the most severe snowstorm I’ve experienced since arriving in this city. My parents had unfortunately picked what turned out to be the worst weekend to visit me, and we ended up spending nearly 2 hours shoveling snow and trying to push the car out of a snow ditch. One interesting thing I noticed today while walking to local stores to find some shovels, was how nice morning people tend to be. Almost everyone said “good morning” to me! I think that night people are grumpier in general. When’s the last time someone walked pass you around 3pm, smiles, and greets you “good afternoon”? I wish I could be a morning person, but alas I have neither the willpower, energy, nor pleasantry to do so. =(