No snow

For all the weather-blather about the nor-easter pummeling New England, I look out the window and see gray skies and brown lawns. Even the weather radar says we are receiving snow, but I have yet to see a flake. Unless you count our neighbor across the street...

This leaves Wife with the dilemma of going to the nature center, and then deciding when to bail out in the face of blizzard conditions. Or not.

Words committed this morning, Fat Wizard musing on the previous night and running combinations and permutations through his head. Some of them get loud and violent, sort of like tossing metallic sodium into water. And he's wondering why a certain FBI mage isn't answering his cell phone.

Still a ways to go until we reach the explosions and car chase.