As I’m uploading this it’s sunny outside, but the weather man tells me in 24 hours everything I know and love will be destroyed by ice and snow–leaving me a broken shattered shell of a man begging for death.

Or the power just might go out and I’ll spend all night feeding logs into the fireplace.

Either way, I managed to upload this page before the east coast is wiped out by what my grandpa would probably just have called “winter.”