All right, god dammit, this is ridiculous. I demand some
real snow.
I mean, here I keep extolling the virtues of living around here, including big piles of fluffy snow, and we keep getting this lousy half-inch dusting that mostly seems to serve as a conductor for vast amounts of crud. It’s wet and nasty.
This is not
real snow. This is
Eugene snow. This is the kind of snow my mile-high buddy Josh and I used to sit around and complain about. This is the gross, dirty, February snow I am only willing to allow because the snow in December is awesome. So where is it?
At least it’s cloudy. I get sort of jumpy when there are too many clear days in a row. Not sure why, but I feel safe under clouds.
If nothing else, it’ll make it harder for space to
aim the rocks at me.