And the snow comes tumbling from the sky

Friday. Blue skies and cold.

Breakfast is a Kodiak bar and a cup of tea. Lunch will be lentil soup.

There's about 2 inches of ice-topped snow on the ground. Ashley was to come today, but I told her to stay home until I find out if the new plow guy is going to join the long list of ghosts who have agreed to do stuff and then -- well. Ashley reports no power at her house. I'm good, here.

We did not pursue magpies last night, as I got involved in finishing my read of Salvage Right while getting stuff into Dropbox so it can be uploaded to the new computer. I think I've got everything, but will be doing a review this morning, and if all is where it should be, I'll proceed with the changeover, after which I'll be able to start the next book. Really, the timing on computer switch-out couldn't have been more perfect. It's *really* nerve-wracking when you have to shift data in the midst of writing a book or another big project.

So, the new Facebook terms of service mean that I will no longer be posting snippets there. I don't know if I'll be leaving the platform entirely. I'm not up on text-based social gathering places that are humane. Bluesky is nice, but it's a Twitter-replacement, and limited by intent.

Be funny if we all got busted back to blogging.

So, that's it -- the Usual Chores, continue shifting computers, sign some bookplates, make some notes, find something else to read. A quiet day.

What's your day look like?

Today's blog title brought to you by Gaelic Storm, "Tell Me Ma."

Here's Firefly, overlooking the snow.