Snowing.

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I am not sure how much is supposed to fall.  It seems to be falling at a solid pace.  There is a solid blanket of snow down.  I'd best keep an eye on things.  I'm not feeling like it but I'll do it anyway.  I'd like to get to town today, but don't like leaving with the worry of coming home and having to drive through an inch of snow.  The tracks just turn into ice.  Salt will lift those, if there is enough sun or warmth, but not too much.

My pinkie is still rather rough.  Still swollen and the last quarter of the last knuckle has gone from that red speckled bloom to more of a rage purple color.  It is breaking up, it isn't as solid as it was.  I am surprised the signs of damage have lasted so long.  The swelling went down enough so that I could clip that fingernail, just barely and only a few days ago.  Some say to work over these little things.  But that isn't always possible.  I have been able to work around it, or through the pain.  But there have been times I could not use it.  Even now that comes and goes.  Though using it is the best way to heal, unless your healing capacity is completely shot.  My comes and goes, this was just a pretty serious crushing.

I am hoping to get mayonnaise made, then make ranch dressing.  I need to figure out some other dressings.  Sure, I like ranch.  And I can put a vinaigrette together in a short time, but those get old.  I am definitely hungry lately, but haven't been eating as I should.  I mixed hamburger and ground lamb last night.  I've got to tell you, I was extremely pleased with that mix.  I'll have to thaw something for the next few days.  I haven't been eating much, for a while, hungry or not.  It just isn't happening.

Later.