Endless

Well I guess it's going to bloody snow, so it is.

The mister just stumbled back in after blowing the first six inches, more on the way. My turn next, we're taking shifts. It's the only way.

I shall have to think of a good way to warm him and thank him.

The wind is whipping around at about thirty miles an hour, otherwise I would blip the mini Matterhorn in the back yard.

Weather coward that I am, I'll just stay put and drink more hot cocoa.



One year ago...fabulous scenery.