The excitement in Harvey Leonard's voice last night set us on edge. And then we woke up today to the news that Jim Cantore is back in Boston, awaiting the Bomb Cyclone of 2018, and arriving just in time for the National Weather Service to issue both a blizzard warning and a coastal flood warning for much of the North and South shores and a winter-storm warning for the immediate Boston area.
So with Mr. Thundersnow in town, the already itchy-fingered gnomes in the French Toast Alert bunker really had no choice but to crank the alert level all the way up to Red/Severe, the highest possible.
Now, before the gale-force winds lash the coast and the snow plummets to the ground at rates approaching two inches an hour, check all your hatches to make sure they're battened and rush to your local store and stock up on the milk, eggs and bread you'll need for French Toast (days and days' worth - the storm will be gone by Friday, but it will leave behind drifts and even colder temps than we've seen so far). You don't want to get there in time for a staredown with a local grandmother over the last gallon of milk. She will cut you.