I’ve lived here for three years now. Why does this still surprise me?
Well, it’s pretty snow, at least–big, fluffy flakes that are probably perfect, really, considering that my hangover–which is overshadowed by Gospel Bob’s hangover, apparently–has rendered me stupid and incapable of doing much other than ordering our excellent hangover-food delivery. Which I’ve just done. And watching the snow (from indoors), cuddled up with a cat and a blanket, is not so bad.
And our hangovers are the product of the Haunted Rock-n-Roll Basement Halloween Party last night, which was a raging success. But I think that’s the next post.