Continued nippy

Another in the week-plus string of sub-zero mornings. At that, we remain several hundred degree-days on the good side of average for the season. Still think Fields Pond Fred (Nature Center resident woodchuck) will be courting frostbite if she (cool it with the gender preconceptions on names, willya?) pokes her nose out of the burrow on Friday.

Proof of concept on the birch-dowel-bootup procedure on the computer this morning. No, I did _not_ dare turn the machine off overnight before this. I am chicken, hear me bwawk.

Old Guy is standing at his forge right now, staring down the barrel of an automatic. Even worse, the automatic is held by a cop with a bloody lump on her head, one he put there...

Could be worse. Will be.

Damn

Molly Ivins went and died on us.

http://www.dfw.com/mld/dfw/news/state/16591107.htm

To hell with the politics. I loved her _words_.