And the voice of the snowblower shall be heard in the land

Rain to sleet to snow. An inch or so of rain, followed by an inch or so of sleet during which I had to deliver Sister to the airport (sneaking past the carcasses of autos abandoned in the ditch), followed by about four inches of snow. Temperatures this morning in the 20s F (-3 C), which as I pointed out to Sister yesterday, is 40 or 50 degrees higher than it could be at this time of year. If she wants warm, she can spend her Christmas holidays in .... Cancun.

So I shall fire up the snowblower and attack the residue. And we had such nice clean pavement yesterday. Maybe skiing later.

Ski!

Scraped off the car this afternoon and drove out to the city forest. Did a little over 2 miles* and roughly 45 minutes. We'll see how much I rue this excess tomorrow. The weather twits are forecasting rain to mixed precip for Thursday into Friday, so floor-pacing may return. This gap between bicycle and skis is always fraught.

Snow conditions were good, except for a few spots of flowing water that caused my skis to drag for the next hundred feet or so -- need to wax the fishscales again, I guess.

*Somewhere around 13000 feet, 6500 out and then back again, but I'm not sure how accurate the little distance signs on the trail may be.