Roll it into a ball
Let’s set the “storm chips” joking aside, although I did buy a packaged potato product while over to the local store this afternoon. It leapt into my arms, along with the milk and other stuff, bought just because the need could arise. We’re on storm alert, and when flurries changed to heavy snowfall around suppertime, the only member of the household who seemed to be offput by the weather was the dog. He HAS to go outside, if you get my drift, into the drift. He doesn’t seem impressed by the experience.
Right now, the winds are increasing, and there has been one extremely brief power bump. Sufficient to reset a couple of clocks and the main working desktop computer in the house. I guess I should start planning on adding a small UPS to the hardware pile.
Opened the door to the deck, which wasn’t a good move; my need to shovel has started, although this stuff was thick enough that I could resort to the old “roll it into a ball and throw it away” plan. Tomorrow will require some exercise. At least we don’t have to actually go anywhere, now that I made the milk ‘n chip run.
Listened to the new, and supposedly final, album by Runrig this afternoon. Solid performance, with a whole set of lyrical reminders about the road they’ve travelled over the last forty years. I’ve got a few different artists on my playlist, and the lads from the Hebrides have proved to be a constant talent. Time to have a marathon listening session, I guess; bring back a few earworms.
