soft white death
Well, it's snowing in DC. Hard. So, to my friends and family: I love you all. We had a pretty good run. See you at tha crossroads.
Snow in DC area is less about meteorology than eschatology. Half an inch and school gets cancelled. Much more and discussions begin about whether we've reached the end of human history, or just the end of our particular civilization. Across the region stores are now out of bread, milk and toilet paper. If they sold ammunition they'd be out of that, too.
Well, good luck to everybody -- it's getting slippery out there. Walking back from the convention center metro this morning I slipped on a snow-covered metal plate and fell soundly on my ass. Between the irritatingly dangerous conditions and the dangerously irritating inaugural festivities, staying inside is looking better and better. Say, how do cowboy boots perform on black ice, anyway?