:::black cloud of foul language:::

It begins. Again.

This morning it was what some weirdos obscurely call "snizzle" (fo' shizzle). That is, a sprinkling of very fine ice, almost like dust.

Now it's just ice and freezing rain.

And by sundown (not to mention my evening commute) it'll be snow showers! JOyYeEeeee!

Fortunately, I have four wheel drive. (Which basically means some aggressive tailgating f$%@!-wit is gonna slam into ME, instead of vice versa.)

Enough. If those crocuses don't bloody sprout and put an end to this madness soon, I'm goin' in after 'em with an automatic and some high explosives. That'll wake 'em up.

Slán,

~Fionn

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