Meanwhile, back at the phone tag...

Have finished a sketch on the Lumber Baron Renovations, printed it, and called the client to let them know a print is available. Answering machine, of course.

An inch or so of fresh white stuff overnight, now melting and dripping off everything. Temperatures supposed to drop to single numbers (F) tonight, thereby freezing the resultant ruts into brown slush-concrete.

Supposed to be an equinox this evening, for those of us who live in the conventional universe. If you are in the northern sector, I expect you all to engage in appropriate bacchanals...

(Southern sector can also, if you wish.)

Whoosh rattle bang

Wind gusts up near 50 mph, temperatures dropping. So we went for a walk. Shaded areas still present rough ice like onto a cobble beach, from the snow/rain/thaw/freeze.

Some people get desperate this time of year. We prefer chancing the arctic wastes to cabin fever.