Last night a smattering of snow. No big deal except I didn't get to watch it fall. No snow when I went to bed. A heavy dusting when I woke up.
If it's going to snow, I'd like to see it.
Next nor'easter predicted for Wednesday-Thursday. I'll believe it when I see it. Unless the whole thing happens while I am asleep.
A visit to Little Dog with Gary tomorrow is on tap. He's heading out Thursday, so the regular Thursday co-ed ogle fest had to be rescheduled. There is no real schedule during the week of when the hotties will show up. Two grey-beards sitting in the middle of the coffee shop have a Klingon cloaking device. We are all but invisible which allows our eyes to do our evil best imagining them naked.
Rumblys in tumblys seems to be going around. I don't know if that's better than a flu outbreak.
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