2.15.2007

Greetings From Ice Station Zebra

Or so it feels...

"Epic blizzard", "storm of the century" and "the likes of which we've never seen before" are just some of the local news headlines describing our St. Viagra's Valentine's Day Blizzard of Ought-Seven.

39" of snow fell here in less than 24 hours here and... well... you can't see anything but the tops of the taller than 40' spruces and, of course, snow. With the driveway more than 300 feet away and a lot of cubic feet to clear to get there, I'm not sure I'll be seeing the car anytime soon which is fine because there's close to a half mile of unplowed driveway.

Considering it's 3 degrees out and more than three feet of snow covers the satellite dish (which means it ain't gonna melt soon), I'm thinking it's gonna be awhile before I can commune much with the outside world.

But hey, the phone sorta works and the power, between brownouts, is going, too, so... well... uh...

I gotta go shovel white shit and with each shovel full, I think about how I'm trying to shovel away the Bush-Cheney-Neocon snowjob. Tough work.