It’s a little chilly out there this morning, but, otherwise, there’s no weather of note. Here. Things are a bit different in other places, and we’re trying not to smirk too much as we’re just happy spectators for this event that seems to be making its way up the East Coast. The snow is only soreading as far west as Albany, give or take, and here we’re mostly supposed to get some wind (which kinda sucks, ‘cuz it’s already cold enough out – I seem to have turned into a wimp as I silde downhill into my golden years, and 10 degrees with 15-35 MPH wind makes my old bones ache), but Philly, NYC, and other cities up the coast and into New England are experiencing (or expecting to experience) blizzard conditions. Planes, trains, and buses all appear to be grounded (well, trains and buses are always – hopefully – grounded, but you know what I mean), and we have lots of unintentional tourists who couldn’t land in other places, and got diverted here. Lucky them.

The type of wind and snow they’re predicting for these areas would mean we’d all have to get up an hour earlier up here to clear our driveways, but these poor folks have neither the “snow legs” nor the infrastructure to deal with all this – and way too many people (at times like these, there’s a lot to be said for living where there are only a couple of barns and a few cows to watch out for – though those Holsteins can be hard to spot in a blizzard). My apologies to you city folks who don’t know a Holstein from a Guernsey – let alone Black Angus, who is not, incidentally, the child of whom they never speak in the MacFarquhar household – but I guess you can google that if you actually care. I mean, it’s not like you’re going anywhere ’til the snow thaws. Anyhow, I know socialism is bad and all, but up here we have to admit that those socialist snowplows (yep, they even fly the hammer and sickle) come in mighty handy at times like these (even if rich people and teabaggers think somebody else ought to pay for them).

Oh, I bet even Ed Koch would be happy to have a 4WD pickup truck to drive to Sears in right about now.

Speaking of paying for the snowplows and 4WD vehicles, it’s back to work today. I hope things are quiet, because not only do I have on-call support duty, but everybody in my group is out today except for one other person, who sent an e-mail last night that he’s taking today off, too. So, I reckon it’s just me today. And I am not in the mood to deal with much.

If you thought the onslaught of Xmas shopping and “big sale” events would end on Saturday, you’d be wrong. I continue to receive tons of “best sale ever” e-mails. Buy.com, for example, tells me that they have a Brother Labeler for only $15.99. Now, don’t the brothers have enough trouble without people trying to label them?

Fortunately, there’s a story of true love in the news this morning, and it’s enough to melt even the frostiest of hearts on this cold winter day. Yes, Hugh Hefner has given a ring to his 23-yr old girlfriend (whose name doesn’t really matter, does it?). They haven’t set a date for the wedding yet (better make it soon, honey), but it should be a grand affair. Nothing chokes me up and brings a tear to my eye like seeing two kids in love. :love:

Finally, Happy 88th Birthday to Vernon’s dad (at least, I assume that’s who gave Vernon his name). At 88, Vernon’s dad is only 4 years older than Hef, so I think Vernon ought to be a good son, and get his dad a 27-yr old playmate for his birthday. In fact, there’s probably a post-Christmas sale (2-for-1, maybe?), so Vernon might as well pick up one for himself, too.