The weather this weekend was awful and beautiful. Amid a dead car battery, a violently beaten alarm clock, and a forgotten electric snow shovel (I hesitate to call it a snow blower, but it'll be fine once I remember it exists), the weekend was not what I'd hoped for. Now it's off to work.
A foot or so of snow fell upon our sleepy suburban town this weekend, screwing up (but not altogether cancelling) plans for a Robert Burns Supper on Saturday night -- despite a declared state of emergency. More sleepy in the morning, I was late for a 7:00 a.m. appointment. But the day eventually took shape.
Chalk up the (first?) Blizzard of 2005 to the history drift.
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