Radar shows this nice mega-mass of precip headed our way. Supposed
to get 7+" out of this little number, possibly as much as 10".
Temps
a little warm at present. 32.6 on my back porch. Been thinking about
emptying the ice tray into the back yard, to help out a little bit.
Need to shave that 6/10 of a degree off the thermometer, and quick.
Show-time should begin in about an hour, gets really heavy after
midnight (an inch an hour).
Doris is making a batch of her awesome chicken-corn-chowder. Yummy stuff. We
are about to play a round of Carcassonne, and then watch The
Hobbit a little later. She even made a batch of cookies.
Neither of us have to go to work tomorrow. Going to be Winter's last
blast, and we're going to enjoy it, every last snowflake.
Have some church members about to leave for PA to assassinate Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog. Seems that
the little whistle-pig got his forecast a mite confused. Wonder if
he was thinkin' of last year? Anyway, the only resident of Ohio
not yet sick of winter is yours truly. Maybe I'm lucky they're not coming
after me.
Hmm. Never thought of that. Think I'll go lock
the door and draw the curtains . . .
Waiting on Guhsnow in Greenville [which usually
never comes. Pardon the obscure literary allusion]
PC
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