But The Fire Is So Delightful


So off I went to the Post Office, on foot, as PG County has declared a snow emergency and it is actually illegal to try to drive anywhere if it's not urgent. My neighbor has the right idea.

I adore snow, but the walk wasn't actually that pleasant: it's coming down so hard it's like little needles in your eyes as you walk into it. Excellent texture for packing, however, which means this is our first snowman-and-fort-making snow since I've had kids.

Plus, it's purdy.

The bad news is, some opportunistic hoodlum has taken advantage of the town being in lock-down and gone and taken everyone's tires.

See what I mean? Every car on the street.