Snow happens, weather you like it or not

I sometimes wonder what our ancestors who first came to these mountains thought about our crazy weather.
Or maybe Ireland and Scotland’s weather is just as nutty.
I say Ireland and Scotland because those are the countries most of the settlers here came from.

It was seventy‑six degrees yesterday, in the low thirties today, and get this.
It snowed.
It freaking snowed.
We have a good dusting on the ground and it is still coming down.

It stormed all night, and it was still storming when I woke up at seven in the morning.
They mentioned we may see snow flurries, but I am reasonably sure they did not say it would lie.
I figured the ground was too warm and too wet from the storms last night.
I guess Mother Nature showed me.

For once I'm writing this at 4 pm instead of 11 pm, who knows what the weather may be like as the evening goes on.

Other than the snow, there is not much to say about today.

Badger and Cowboy came back from Badger’s weekly appointment with dinner from Arby’s.
That was a welcome surprise.
Even better, the kitchen stayed clean.

We've stayed in, watched TV all evening.

That's about as good as it gets today.

I'm going back to “The X-Files,” tonight it's a giant blood sucking worm.