Evening view of, erm, more snow

You'd think I was in Canada or something. My evening ride to take and return Ottawacker Jr. from his "assessment" with the Internationals coincided with a short-lived but nonetheless unwelcome blizzard.

It was a reasonably interesting end to an otherwise forgettable day. I got a translation in towards mid-afternoon, which is good. It was needed immediately, which is less good. But whatever.

OJr. and I made it home safely, and that is all that matters.