I even gave thought to ending the chapter right there, but decided not to; I know where the story has to go next, anyway.
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We have had a very little bit of snow here, just enough to dust the ground and prove that it's cold enough for snow to stick. If we get walloped, it'll mean the plows coming out and the salt trucks and all the other wintery highway goodness that comes with them.
Fortunately the forecast is looking rather dry. From here it looks like it's going to be a rather dry winter, which is more-or-less okay with me. (Of course, I might have said the same thing last year, and we got pounded with snow. The only thing that kept us from being buried was that the snow melted off between storms.)
Indiana, of course--downwind of Lake Michigan--has been pounded with lake-effect snow. Driving home this morning I saw the clouds in the distance and realized I was seeing lake-effect snow clouds, and I wondered how many thousands (millions?) of gallons of water those clouds represented.
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We still don't have a sink, though there is now a faucet. The sink didn't include the strainers, so there's nothing for the drain pipe to connect to. End result, the guy's supposed to come back tomorrow and finish the sink. *sigh*
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Monday night was sufficiently strenuous that I slept all day. So now it's 2 AM and I still want to sleep more. *sigh*
