Fucking Winter!

I am back. It is a rare Saturday post. It will be short. Fucking Winter!

That is pretty much it. I am a wee bit, wholly fucking understatements, Batman, tired of the snow. Actually, I am tired of shoveling it. Driving in it, I can take or leave. I like the go slow and kick up snow, slip and slide fun. I have always loved driving after a snowfall, or during one, assuming I am on friendly streets and not jammed bumper to bumper on the highway (then again, that is sitting and not driving).

I have to go out and shovel yet again, today. We are supposed to go out, as the Lad is sleeping over at a friend's house. We will see what happens.

I hope to end the Dayton story soon. I really only have to go over the journey home on the Sunday. That had its moments but was relatively uneventful.

The Wife who visited her father today said he kept asking about MIL. When is MIL coming? 2 minutes after the response, he would ask again. And again. Ahhhh! You could tell him the truth but it will not sink in, so you would be forced to deliver the sad news again and again. Who wants to go through that.

Fucking Winter! Ciao!