Twenty below

-20 F, plus-minus depending on the exact location of thermometer. Snow squeaked quite nicely when I walked out for the newspaper, and when I got back and my glasses fogged up and I went to wipe them, the "fog" came off in chunks. Frost.

I've added that scene to DRAGON'S TEETH, introducing a corpse that the previous version only mentioned third-hand. Not really a _messy_ corpse, just troublesome. You know, the sort of situation where you have a surveillance camera on the scene and it glitches and then you have a corpse, without visible record of delivery? Plus the person who finds it can't report it?

The Blizzard is coming! The Blizzard is coming!

Or so sayeth the National Weather Service. Snow, heavy at times, winds gusting to hurricane force, forecast of 6" to 12" of snow for our personal driveway.

We'll see what they actually deliver. Between the size of Maine and the variables that the Gulf of Maine and the Gulf of St. Lawrence throw in, forecasts around here tend to be a questionable thing at best.