It was only about three weeks ago when a co-worker and I were discussing how this winter was pretty uneventful and easy to handle.
Following a chilly October and a fairly chilly November, December and the first three weeks of January were reasonable for temperatures and, for the most part, snowless.
Heck, I hardly had to drag out my snow shovel, let alone my snowblower.
Silly us for having that conversation.
Mother Nature has this habit of lulling you to sleep and then kicking you in the back side.
She's been kicking hot and heavy for the past two weeks.
In the first week we had a snowstorm followed by historic bitterly cold weather.
As a result, someone with a sense of humor posted on Facebook that the state Department of Natural Resources will require people to have their ice fishing shacks off of state lakes by July 3.
Then we followed up with a second week of two large snowstorms.
This two-week period came with several firsts, as far as I am concerned.
Eau Claire school district students lost six out of 10 school days because of either cold temperatures or snow.
Although one teacher thought Eau Claire students lost six days of school during the brutally cold winter of 2013-14, those days didn't come over just a two-week period.
Secondly, I am a high school basketball official.
In the last two weeks, I was scheduled to work varsity games on seven nights. Five of those games were cancelled.
In 32 years of officiating, I don't recall missing more than two or three games a season because of the weather.
Missing five games in one season has never happened before, let alone over a two-week period.
Lastly, I have heard many horror stories from people about their evening commute on Tuesday.
It was a perfect storm, so to speak. Snow was falling at about two inches per hour right in the middle of the evening commute.
Traffic was at a standstill on both Clairemont Avenue and Hastings Way.
It took me more than 45 minutes to get home from work. It is normally a 10-minute drive. Other people shared with me that it took one to two hours to get home that night.
In my 37 years at the Leader-Telegram, it was the most hazardous and nerve-wracking drive home from work I ever had.
A boring winter for December and two-thirds of January turned into two weeks from you know where.