rejectomorph | I suppose I might have expected this.

So the snow falls for a few hours and everything is white and fluffy in the diffuse moonlight and then the characteristic local autumn night warming trend arrives and turns the falling snow to rain and now the snow on the ground is a mass of pocked slush which will be very heavy when it has to be shoveled off the driveway tomorrow. Weather is quite distressing when it can't seem to make up its mind what to be. And I'm sure there is a message in there somewhere but I will choose to ignore it. Better that way for all concerned, I'm sure. (Look! A comma!)