There are sloppy snowflakes flying outside my window as I type. The traffic is moving slowly, wipers going, trying to slough off the accumulating snow. The houses across the street are getting harder to see as the storm persists. We’ve had a lot of snow in Nova Scotia lately. (Here’s one take on our weather that might make you laugh.)
So you can appreciate why I’m wishing, just a bit, that I were with Christie right now—off the northeast coast of South America, where it is warm and where there will not be shoveling of driveways tonight. (But there won’t be snowmen or sledding or the sound of crunchy snow either, I suppose.)
Beverly has found a way to stay north and warm, hanging out in the Gulf Stream, still.
And Asha. We haven’t heard from her transmitter again since last week. If we don’t get any hits by the next map update, we’ll know her track is finished. I’ll hold out a little hope until then.
In the meantime, I’ll bundle up.
