Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
January 20, 2003
Snowflakes Keep Fallin' On My Head
My greeting this morning was "Yes, you psycho, its snowing." Even though I hadn't looked outside yet, the fact that Sam was already grumpy about it meant I'd be pleased with the weather. The only bad thing about the weather is that the wind is blowing hard. I can hear it whistling around the building and making the whole place creak. It kind of negates that small rise in temperature too. Ohhhh well. Its the price you have to pay for a little snow!
Posted by criminal at January 20, 2003 10:52 AM