Snowing all day: tiny, light flakes, blown straight sideways by 25 mph gusts, then swirling into every crevice. Huge gusts, then swirling in the vacuum behind the gust, huge gusts, then swirling in the vacuum, over and over and over, all day.
Took the dog walking. Great fun. Finally got to wrap a gator around my neck and face (it's almost always too hot here to do that); finally got to wear ski mittens. The mostly black dog turned mostly white from the caked snow. He would shake it off, then it would return. Hoss and I are tough, Nordic creatures. We are ready for anything - even the cold weather of, for instance, that Nordic state of Oklahoma. Bring it!
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Merry, merry Christmas, Greg!
And happy, happy New Year, Jane!
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