Anyway, fearing the worst (my standard m.o.), I've already completed the basics. Yesterday I went to the store and purchased milk, which I don't normally drink but seems important in a crisis, and a dozen rolls of toilet paper although I already had plenty in the house. I also got cat food, chicken soup, orange juice and some eggs, figuring since I was there I might as well pick up the stuff I actually needed.
Naturally my husband is away and will return after the storm is over. That's how he handled our son's chicken pox twenty-five years ago. (Mitch says I should let it go, just get over it already, but those midnight baths in Aveeno with a crying four-year-old really stay with you.) While I'm shoveling a path out my front door, Mitch will likely be lying on some beach in LA. He flew there yesterday for his job, but who knows. If I had work there I might find a little time to hit the beach.