The windchill is -5° (using the wind charts and the lying wind data as it's much windier up here, it's probably actually lower by a good 10°) and it is snowing. Alas, it's not snowing hard enough to really call it a good storm - yet. But, it has signs of becoming one.
It's not really a good blizzard until the house starts rumbling and visibility is measured in feet.
Winter is here, even if the calendar disagrees.
LOL I love the cold. I even ventured outside, but limited myself to flat surfaces 'cause I was on crutches and not in my chair.
I might load myself into my chair later and go for wheel around! Later, I'll have someone walk with me, and I'll go climb into the truck and plow. School wasn't canceled so I will probably plow out a few places, just to ensure the kids can get off the bus safely.
(Yes, yes that is just me finding excuses to smash snow.)
How's by you this morning?
The devil mocks my every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more
And the winds of Thor are blowing cold
It hasn't happened in a while, but the missus and I have spent whole days communicating to each other by using nothing other than song lyrics. I suspect you'd be really, really good at that.
For a while, one of my preferred sayings was, "If Mötley Crüe didn't say it, it don't need sayin'." (Drugs and alcohol were a factor and I think I got the umlauts right. I am not actually sure.)
You can have all the snow we accumulated over the past week.
Winter is indeed here, mother nature doesn't seem to pay attention to the calendar.
I can't climb into my tractor. So, I can't come load up the truck with snow.
Can you ship it by USPS?
A friend of mine tried to ship "snow" in the mail once. He went to prison. For a long time.
Heh... I'm pretty sure now is a horrible time for me to do coke.
I'm really restricted in my mobility. Coke either makes me do stuff or, for some odd reason, hang out in the bathroom with like 20 other people crammed in there. I'm not sure what it is about coke and bathrooms. I have a house. It's a big house. Yet, when I've had coke parties (something I don't really do anymore), we often ended up in a bathroom or a bedroom. Why? The whole damned group was using! Why do we do that?!?
It's a damned mystery!
This is super-cereal. We need to crowdfund enough money for Al Bore to stop this before we all die!