Finally, we come to the end of the longest short month on the calendar (right? This isn’t leap year, is it? I lost track after they fucked with the Olympics). While we did manage to dodge the foot-o-snow they predicted (incorrect weather forecasts – how unusual), it’s still really goddamn cold out there, and my wife informs me that, while the driveway was passable this morning, it could use a “quick” plow (it’s about 3° out there, so “quick” goes without saying). February, for the most part, has pretty much sucked and I’ll be happy to see it in the rear view mirror (not that March is shaping up to be much better – at least to start. Comes in like a lion and goes out like a mountain lion and all that). At least when March gets out there, you know there’s light at the end of the tunnel and only six more weeks of winter.

I bought Greek yogurt the other day. Not on purpose, really – it was all they had that wasn’t in the little tiny cups. I had no idea what the difference was between that and “regular” yogurt, but I know it’s gotten to be a big deal, which is good for the local economy (‘cuz yogurt is made from milk, and one thing we’ve got a lot of around here is cows. And chickens). So I read up about it, and apparently they strain it multiple times until it comes out really thick and slightly chalky, so it’s got like 2-3 times the protein and less carbs (and no fat if you buy the fat free stuff). I wasn’t overly thrilled at first, but with some blueberries in there, I got used to it and developed a taste for it (I think the shit would work really well as joint compound and/or spackle, too).

Well, I guess I’d better get some work done before I go out and plow.