This kind of weather is illegal in Florida



Yes, snow, glorious snow. Almost eight inches of it or mid-calf, as my boots will attest to. Funny how I managed to avoid sinking or slipping during the one-block downhill walk to the Rector Street station or the two-and-a-half-block walk home, and yet right in front of my apartment I take one wrong step and voila! Snow boots indeed. Strange, but I also feel a sudden (and I'm sure, fleeting) compulsion to shovel the walk, only we left our shovel in the old apartment and I don't know where to get one at this particular time. Actually, I'm not sure how it works - if we take turns with the other occupants of the building, or if we do a community-effort thing. Most probably, we'll all pretend that it's not there and wait for it to melt. Tomorrow looks promising. I'm rooting for the sun. I know the whole magical snowflakes-that-stay-on-my-nose-and-eyelashes feeling, but I just want to hang on to Fall a little longer.



{Holiday, Weezer} - Rivers Cuomo is a genius!