Snow
Holy Mary, Mother of Bob, did it ever come through as promised. I'm in the basement this morning with the first of many sweet, strong cups of coffee, looking out my pseudo-windows. The windows are about a foot high. The snow is piled up over the bottom half of every window, and that ain't from drifting.
How fucking cool is that? Yesterday - nothing. Fifty degrees, grass on the ground, sparrows coming out, neighborhood cats a-hunting. Today - six inches of snow, wind, and silence. I love this planet so much. Seriously! This is very cool in my opinion, that you can go from one joy to another overnight. Yes, it cost me my Deadlands game, but it gained me 3,000 years of Civilization, a nice meal with my wife, a good conversation with Bill, and the chance to turn in when I got tired. Turn in to a cozy bed in a warm house where I could open the shades and watch the pale light of a suburban snowfall shine onto the walls, pillow, world.
I'm going to have to shovel, of course, and L still wants to go to the gym, but these are both good things - if I'm shovelling that counts for arms and back, and I can spend the whole time at the gym on cardio. That's plenty of extra points to spend on lunch and dinner. Also, what's better than coming inside exhausted from the shovelling and sitting down in a hot bath with another cup of coffee? Virtually nothing. Well, nothing that hasn't already been polled.
If I'm extra-lucky, the snow will be packable. Snowmen, snowforts, snowballs, snow angels, and more messages to the airplanes and government satellites. I'm thinking "Wiretap This" would be fun, if difficult, to stomp out into the snow. If I do something like that, then I want to try Googlemapping it to see if the message is legible. If it is, I'll letcha know, cross my everlovin' blue-eyed heart.
How fucking cool is that? Yesterday - nothing. Fifty degrees, grass on the ground, sparrows coming out, neighborhood cats a-hunting. Today - six inches of snow, wind, and silence. I love this planet so much. Seriously! This is very cool in my opinion, that you can go from one joy to another overnight. Yes, it cost me my Deadlands game, but it gained me 3,000 years of Civilization, a nice meal with my wife, a good conversation with Bill, and the chance to turn in when I got tired. Turn in to a cozy bed in a warm house where I could open the shades and watch the pale light of a suburban snowfall shine onto the walls, pillow, world.
I'm going to have to shovel, of course, and L still wants to go to the gym, but these are both good things - if I'm shovelling that counts for arms and back, and I can spend the whole time at the gym on cardio. That's plenty of extra points to spend on lunch and dinner. Also, what's better than coming inside exhausted from the shovelling and sitting down in a hot bath with another cup of coffee? Virtually nothing. Well, nothing that hasn't already been polled.
If I'm extra-lucky, the snow will be packable. Snowmen, snowforts, snowballs, snow angels, and more messages to the airplanes and government satellites. I'm thinking "Wiretap This" would be fun, if difficult, to stomp out into the snow. If I do something like that, then I want to try Googlemapping it to see if the message is legible. If it is, I'll letcha know, cross my everlovin' blue-eyed heart.
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