Brief Snow.

I feel pretty certain that it snowed this morning. I was still working through the front half of the pot of coffee, and the sun coming out at the same time was a little confusing, and there wasn't enough to register anything more than a trace, and it didn't stick or even wet the surfaces of anything, but I feel like I know snow when I see it, and that sure seemed like I was seeing snow. So. Winter—though we're supposed to see a break from all this over the next few days—for the time being pushes onward.

At the dump, the guy running the show up on the hill at the Small Vehicle Convenience Site gave me a Dum-Dum and a handwritten Bible verse from Psalms. Something about following the law.

That book out back has a little plot now, but it might be of the shoehorned-in variety.

This has somehow been a week that could have been easier. And it's only Tuesday. But the light coming in the west-facing kitchen window right now is almost enough to make up for all of that.

Cold. It's been cold all year.