On a local note...

...it's ninety-sumpin' freaking degrees. Go outside!

(May I recommend the patio at the perfect tavern?)

What's happening here.

I figure it could hit 120 in the kitchen tonight, but the patio should be perfect.

Hat tip to Andrew.

From the "Wouldn't it be nice…" file.

A local note from Christopher Frizzelle at Slog...

Deep thought: Could we just turn the viaduct into an elevated bike path? Wouldn't that be insanely cool? Holy expletive, it's beautiful up there.

Yes it is...

From Ho, Ho, Ho...

...to hi-ho, hi-ho, I'm off for another trip through the snow. The perfect tavern beckons, and I'm told there's been a significant thaw down that way (proximity to salt water helps quite a bit).

This makes about 13 straight days of nearly impassable roads in my neighborhood, and the snow's falling at a pretty fair clip here in the convergence zone, though some neighborhoods are getting rain.

Rain on a foot of snow. Urban flooding for the new year? Local municipalities have been stymied by the freeze. It'll be interesting to see how they handle the thaw. Anyway, time to light the candles (with these grey skies I can call it dark enough) and head for a bus stop.

If you're out there, take care.

What sucks more than snow?

Ice.

'Twas a time...

...when snow on a Sunday was a welcome diversion, a chance to light a fire, sip a toddy, maybe get in a bit of a snuggle.

Of course, 'twas a time I didn't have to get to work on Sunday.

Snow sucks.