I got a breathless phone call yesterday afternoon from Melissa, who reported
it was snowing to beat the band up on our hill. Deskbound in my windowless purgatory
in the bowels of the News Media Industry, I had but one request for my fair
bride: Take Pictures! The snow didn’t last long but it did provide a pretty
good show for awhile. Floyd, the cat, was climbing the window sill trying to
figure out what that stuff was, and where it was coming from.

(A round of drinks to whoever names their punk rock band Windowless Purgatory.)

This morning a faint dusting of snow was evident on the higher peaks nearby.
I was going to hike up there but figured the sun would melt it all long before
I got to the top. More rain is in the forecast today, though, so we could have
some accumulations by tomorrow.