Snow!

Snow!

I haven't seen snow since last December in Bellingham!

Snow is the justification for winter.

Well, that and lounging in bed with a pretty girl on a cold morning.

But it doesn't have to be winter for that.

So I guess we're back to snow.

oh, and for the record...

...Last night was much better than the day that proceeded it. 01flux fed me green tea and honey and gave me one of the best backrubs I've had in a damn long time. We went to Denny's --

(I am shivering violently as we get in my car. She gives me a curious and slightly concerned look. "It's okay, when it's cold I shake like an epileptic for five minutes and then my body temperature adjusts and I'm fine.

"Lucky you," she says. "I just stay cold. My body doesn't have much of a temperature regulation."

"That's because you're not a mammal, sweetie.")

-- and by the time we stopped laughing, we were at the restaurant. Steph tried to find something to eat that had not been deep-fried; she got into a protracted duel of politeness with the waitress, who had pretty red hair and bad teeth, and eventually ended up with green beans that had been scoured of the quarter-cup of butter that came with them.

We finally ended up back at Frank's Home for the Disposessed, home of Chief Pun and Little Running Gag, where we idly bantered with the Chief himself for a while as Steph tried to get ahold of people for us to go and do things with. She was unsuccessful, and the evening degenerated into them singing along with Tenacious D at the top of their lungs while I played Unreal Tournament on the Dreamcast (and, suprisingly, didn't completely suck at it). Eventually caliban came home and, at some point, sleep was had. By some.

Tonight I will brave the snow for a party. Neither rain nor sleet nor hail nor fog...