Snow...

Well, as usual, the weathermen were wrong. The prediction of one to two inches of snow has turned into the reality of at least five, and it's still coming down. Nevertheless, it's been a nice sort of Norman Rockwell painting day - with a roaring fire going as we read and/or listen to Firesign Theatre albums on the stereo, and eating some of Linda's homemade turkey soup. I, (or at least my back), am not looking forward to tomorrow's shoveling. A nice day.