Whole 30 comfort food. It's a category, you know. Although a very small, narrow, diminutive category. The world, in South-eastern Virginia, is quiet. "Bomb cyclone," "snowpocalypse," "blizzard." All of them terms for the reason the world hushed when the snow began to fall. Of course it didn't stay quiet - everyone crammed the roads and descended en masse on the grocery store - but once we were all settled in, silence reigned and has held sway ever since. My dad is still out plowing snow, 40-some hours later. The rest of us are solidly stuck where we are. We went out for a walk yesterday and again this morning, trying to read a story in the snow-tracks and succeeded in getting happily chilled. By now the snow on the road has oozed and packed into a solid ice-cake, rendering us pretty much immobile, though we might hazard it in pursuit of coffee later on.