If I had a nickel for every time it snowed in the southeast this year I’d have two nickels, which is a worrying amount of nickels? I mean, not ten cents worth, but the number is a lot? I feel like I might be stretching this metaphor a bit too far, but the kids are home from school as a precaution so the half a brain cell I have left is hanging on for dear life.

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us the questions and we’ll answer from under a pile of blankets, just as soon as we remember where– ah, there’s my coffee. Let’s go.