I knew it was supposed to snow yesterday, but I wasn’t anticipating the near white-out conditions on part of my drive home last night, let any actual accumulation. Not that we got 11″ or anything, but damned if we didn’t get enough out my way to cover the grass. I even had to clear the dish off – and I don’t remember doing that at all last year, though, now that I think about it, I didn’t get the dish until spring, so I guess that’s why. Looks like I’ll be needing a broom with a longer handle. It’s cold this morning, too – like, 20 something. Things aren’t looking promising for that mild winter I was hoping for (though, as I mentioned previously, the woolly bears are predicting a rough start and end, with a nice long, mild middle). Still, I’m really not mentally prepared for this.

I did, however, survive my Annual Health Assessment yesterday, with the nurse apparently feeling it necessary to remind me that I’m over 50 – as if I wasn’t already painfully (literally) aware of that. This means, she said, that I should get both a prostate exam and a colonoscopy. Seems that when you hit 50, Western Medicine becomes fixated with shoving things up your ass. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Not only is today the final Friday in October, but it also would have been my parents’ 65th wedding anniversary. My dad was 26 – fresh back from ‘The War,’ and my mom was only 22. That sure seems awfully young.

Hell, I have underwear older than that – though the elastic isn’t as snappy as it used to be.

Then again, neither am I.