Hi-ho and hello.
The snow it’s here, it’s been here and the volume, though rapidly melting and sliding away has been enough of a hindering factor for us today that we are all sitting on the couch, enjoying the Friday, enjoying each other’s company and the repetitive Little Einsteins warped video on YouTube that our son plays in repetitive monotony. Inches after inches of snow that the town doesn’t hang into to for long, yesterday it was eager to melt, today just the same. Puddles become ponds become lakes become oceans all in one yard.
The Farmer’s Almanac states these few days of snow dumping of upsetting sloshiness to share may be the last for our southern CO location and I’m more than eager to revel in the warmth that’s on the horizon.
With that I will be dropping a short story this weekend by title of “The Student and a Question”…turns out I happened to get stuck in the classroom of the story and wasn’t sure how to have Mrs. Nogare react when she sees it.
Hope all is well.
Here everything’s wet, I hate it, everything’s wet, and apparently somebody just slammed into a transformer in the middle of the night and I’m signing out. I’m tired.
C’est la vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night May your readers have a beautiful and gentle day.
Nosce Te Ipsum
Dream Dark Stories 