Muffled

This whole day has been consumed by a fugue of snow and sleep. Absent a few pauses here and there, the former has been falling since late last night. There's about two additional inches on the ground, which is going to make my trip to the opera...interesting. As for sleep, I got in about nine hours or so, depending on how you count my nap. (I was drifting on the edge of sleep for at least the first half hour of it.) The Old Man is well beyond me with at least fourteen. Yes, you heard that correctly; he turned it about 9:30 or so last night and then I didn't see him again until 11:30 this morning. He was up for a couple hours, then he went back to bed.

So anything what's going to get done this weekend (with the exception of washing up from the feast) is going to get done tomorrow when the streets will be an icy morass of the first order.