Snow shortage

Promises, promises. The forecast folks said we'd get an inch or so of new snow, a couple of times. Nada. Therefore, no improvement on the trails and no excuse to get me off my ass and out on the skis. I have no interest in trying to ski over ice and dogshit.

Temperatures around 5 F this morning (-15 C), which is 20 degrees warmer than it could be. A degree-day saved is a degree-day earned.

Printed off Chapter VIII on SIGNATURES this morning, putting me over 25 K words into a probable 100 K manuscript. We'll see how many of those words manage to stick in the final version. My wizard is currently dodging cutlery and half-cooked dinner tossed by his current girlfriend in a temper tantrum -- she smells Detective Sergeant Cash all over him, and recognizes that shade of lipstick....

Note to self

Next time, grind up the rosemary in Wife's herb mortar before tossing said herb into the beef-vegetable soup. That way, you won't spend the repast picking spruce needles out from between your teeth.