I used to like blue

Sluggo has shown me three blue screens tonight. That is, if I don't count the one blue screen he showed me repeatedly. That would make it about twelve times. Blue is Sluggo's favorite color.

Anyway.

No snow yet, but it is getting colder as the night wears on, and the sky is dark with masses of cloud. Snowfall here often begins just before dawn, so it has become a distinct possibility.

As I said: anyway.

What am I doing sitting in front of a computer (I use the term loosely) in the middle of nowhere at this time of night? Really. If anybody knows, please tell me!

Damn! I've pissed off the furies!

Honest! He's Green!

Someone besides me must be able to see that Frank is lurid green today, and surrounded by shamrocks. I'm not drunk!

Unsnowed

This afternoon I looked out at the very damp world on which bright sunlight had just begun to shine, and I saw tiny flakes of snow whirling down and melting almost as soon as they touched the ground. That was the extent of the snowstorm. Now, an icy wind has cleared the sky to reveal glittering stars, and from up the block I hear the jangling of a neighbor's wind chimes playing mad songs. This will be a cold night. I'm glad my cats are napping warmly indoors.