We took delivery of a huge load of lumber yesterday and tried to get it all stacked under the shed before this storm came barreling ass down: A quarter of it is still sitting under a plastic tarp, underneath a few inches of what is mostly sleet. It’s still sleeting. I’d be a little more reconciled to the prospect of a mostly idle couple of days, but in a little while I’ve got to go wade out and grab some wet firewood. Feh.
I’ll let J.J. Lankes sum up my feelings toward winter:
There’s something to be said for pictographic languages.