I sit and I wait.
And I anticipate.
The snow we deserve
After the fate the fate endured
With that fuckin freezing rain
What a fucking pain
In the arse

She's gonna go Nor'easter ona night eh? Wee touch of the pure driven and a touch of yer wind. No worries. Not like it's gonna be 1992 again, or worse, what I survived as this post proves. Bout time. At there rain shite we had back in January month is nasty stuff. Some up north had their power out for two weeks last go. I had er out for four days and that was all I wanted ta suffer right? Small potatoes for me says I. So... let it snow. Besides, it'll be good for the partridge. Poor little buggers musta been droppin like flies with the freeze/thaw/rain/freeze. Well, drop? More like smother or starve to death in their burrows. On the other hand, the deer are lovin the lack of snow. Coyotes are showing up with mange on accounta they can't just eat all the deer they wanna eat.