It's snowing. In the swamp. Again.
We've been told that if we want to play in the snow, we should do it this morning. Later, the fluffy white stuff is going to turn into little balls of ice and after that, to a glaze on everything.
The nice thing about snow in the south is that nobody expects us to go anywhere. We have very few snow plows or sand/salt trucks; no one has chains for their tires or a snow shovel. Therefore, we stay home. And we like it that way.
Eat up, Jinx. You could use the extra insulation right now.
