Petty little spits of snow

Another gray day. Steve went into the city to take on supplies, notably light bulbs -- appropriate to a festival of light. I stayed at home, did the dishes, and started the laundry. The rest of the morning was spent rectifying the description of a common event from the POVs of the two characters involved, both of whom are telling the truth, though one is trying to spin for sympathy. This is not as easy as you might think, and gives me a whole new appreciation for investigative police work.

Now back at it, having broken for lunch with Steve, who is returned from the Outer Grayness.

I thought I might suggest some Sherlock Holmes action tonight at the local movie theater, but not with the forecast including: Freezing rain and sleet likely in the evening...then occasional rain and freezing rain after midnight. Sleet accumulation up to 1 inch. Near steady temperature in the lower 30s. East winds 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent. ...which translates handily into "Not a fit night out for man nor beast."

Perhaps we'll have one of the Netflix movies instead.

Everybody stay warm -- or cool, as geography dictates.