There is supposed to be a whopper of a snow storm hit sometime this morning, a fifty year event they are saying.
There is already snow on the ground from yesterday.
Oh well, whatever.
I should be OK as long as this fucking trailer doesn't flood again, I am still cleaning up that fucking mess.
Christ all mighty.
Michael from Staying Alive mentioned that maybe God was working on my character a little.
I think God has a wicked sense of humor and has my number on speed dial. When he gets a little bored he just reaches over and hits send so he can watch me flail around a little so he can get in a quick chuckle.
It's all good.
What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger so I hear.
Let it snow says I.
I have enough grub around that I will be fine, enough booze to knock over a three hundred pound ballerina with plenty to spare and a carton of smokes.
As long as I have the electricity for the computer, I will be fine.
If I have to go somewhere, I have the old bomber 4X4 that gets me where I need to go.
If you are caught up in this mess I wish you well.