Everybody talks about the weather

We here at the Cat Farm and the Confusion Factory currently rejoice in a Blizzard Warning.  The weatherbeans predict that between 8 and 24 inches of heavy snow will fall on us, depending on where the boundaries of Central Maine lie this time, and which way the -- 50 mile-per-hour -- winds blow.

The weatherbeans are being more than a little excited about this, using words that sound like "Potentially Historic Blizzard Taking Aim on New England" -- which is all right for them, but I already have the merit badge for Surviving an Historic Winter Weather Event in New England.  I didn't think there was going to be a re-do.

In any case, the Things are charging, and I'm considering how I'm going to handle large amounts of wet snow that's mostly scheduled to fall overnight.  On the one hand, I'm not up for moving 24 inches of wet snow in one go.  On the other hand, I don't think going out every couple hours on the overnight is a smart move, either.  Especially with that wind.  I may need to throw myself on the mercy of the plow guy, which I hate to do.  On the gripping hand, the plow guy is a strapping young feller, and I'm, err, not.

At least we don't have to be anywhere in particular over the next couple days, and we have plenty of food and cat litter.

In other news, I've been writing,  not -- as usual -- as fast as I want to be writing, but things are moving in a forwarder direction, so I'm not going to complain.  Much.

Steve and I have been watching the second season of Columbo, in a casual fashion.  It strikes me that I may not have quite. . .appreciated Lt. Columbo's. . .art, back when I was 18.  I'll be talking about this a little more, I think, after I've considered some more.

Everybody stay safe, and warm, and dry.

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