Snow!

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And it has started snowing again.  It was in the low twenties, F, out there.  So much for raking.  The sun had been out when the ducks were let out.  Blindingly bright.  I am surprised by the snow, in one sense.  I think this is one of, if not the earliest snows I recall since my time here.  And, yet, as cold and wet as it has been, the surprise is that it hasn't already snowed.  Some surprises are... three edged swords, with two opposing blades to boot.

Aye, I have held such a weapon, and heard of more terrible weapons still.  Not sure all, even the one I gripped and swung, are actually swords.  Though if the master of such a weapon insisted on saying such, I would be reluctant to war over a slight distinction.  Probably.

A shower next, if possible.  Then laundry.  Later.