It seems that some rather bad winter weather has hit the Northeast. I happen to know because the sky has been having awfully bad dandruff problems again.
So I stayed in this weekend (but really, how is that different than any other weekend?), and got little to nothing done, unless you count the sealing-off of the dining room glass doors with plastic wrap. I got a little freaked out when I came downstairs on Saturday morning to discover that there was frost building up inside the house along the window frame. Frelling frost!
Nick—the driver this quarter—doesn’t have to worry too much about brushing off his car, because it seems that it was windy enough to entice much of the snow to drift, as is evidenced by the buildup of snow against our front door.
I like the snow, so long as I don’t have to drive in it.
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