It's still coming down.

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Snow, snow, and more snow.  It's an odd snow, very moist yet stacking like powder.  It has just the right consistency and it is just the right temp.  Six inches, eight?  Every woman's dream, mostly.  As mentioned, some don't like it thick.  I did finish enough to get the tractor out and allow for deliveries.  It about kilt me, but done.  A shower before.

This time I didn't pile clothes on too hot.  Other than two pair of socks and gloves, just normal clothes, with a synth t, open hooded fleece woodsman's jacket, with a really loose water and wind proof shell.  Practice when I can.  I didn't get too hot or cold or wet.  I will eventually get out in this.  Might even figure out where to camp.

If I didn't mention, an appointment has been set up with the doc.  And fixing the weld has been tentatively arranged for this afternoon.  I have some gifts to go along, if I am not taking it.  It would be a pricey fix at a shop, and yet the machine is being used for others in need locally.  Still, good salami and another minor gift... just seems right.

After a break, I will get dishes started, hit the other counters and sinks, take another break, then hit the bedroom again.  Yeah.  I'll keep at it.  I may have bruised my mackerels shoveling, but I didn't break them!  Woot!  Yes, I'll keep at it.  Maybe a hot fatted tea during my break.  Hot fluids can help with cooldowns while cold drinks can help me warm up.  Odd, but for me true.

Later.