Outside, the snow is blowing and swirling and sticking. I pray it all melts away by morning, but it very well may not and in that case I will need to figure out how to get to work. (If husband were here he would be able to drive me to the ferry, and no one would have to park the car anywhere, etc.)

See when I was a kid here, I remember snow three or four times a year, tops. And nothing ever serious. Maybe it’s different over on this side. And we do live on a big hill, after all. Sigh.

Anyway, this winter nonsense should be over in a few weeks. Right?