It’s 1AM and I can’t sleep. The blizzard has been barreling down since 4PM with constant gales force winds 40-50 mph, even more so at the lake where I am. It sounds like a freight train running through here. It’s total whiteout from my windows. The heat is up and I’m wrapped in blanket, but these new buildings aren’t airtight by design. My pomeranian Patty is freaked out and hiding behind the toilet. She’s confined to the bathroom because she refused to do anything just outside the service door. Hopefully she will use the newspapers. The firefighters are still rescuing bus passengers and motorists on Lake Shore Drive because it was closed at 8:ooPM. The airport is closed. All but essential businesses will be closed. All federal offices will be closed, a first in the 22 years working in one. State employees are being told to stay home. Actually everybody is being told to stay home. Concern is not centered so much on the snow. We are acquainted with blizzards, we can handle snow. It’s the WIND.I stupidly left work a bit late thinking it didn’t look so bad. Appearances were deceiving because once I left the buffer of the tall office buildings, moving on foot was daunting. I walked right into the teeth of the gale. We pedestrians had to cling to fences, posts, trees, anything handy and crossed intersections that were nothing but wind tunnels. That was memorable and positively scary. Just discovered some bruises from actually getting knocked over. I’ve seen windy and very windy but nothing like this. Forecasters are predicting 3-4 inches per hour through tomorrow morning. This affair is giving the Blizzard of ’67 serious competition.