The supply chain is broken. The supplies to tackle the snowdrift above my front door and my icy steps are in limbo. An email notification informed me neither my ice-melt nor my roof rake would arrive as promised. The roof rake is out of stock, with no projected delivery day, so I canceled the order. I doubt I will have a use for it in June. There is a back-order on the ice-melt, with expected arrival on the 17th. The extended forecast calls for snow on eight of the next fourteen days, with temperatures never breaking freezing. Yep, I might still need to thaw some ice. I checked availability and shipment dates for flame throwers, just in case.

The dusting of snow also did not arrive as expected. I thought I had dodged a bullet, but as I was contemplating Plan B, the lead-gray clouds puked, perfect special snowflakes all…