The snow came last night around 8, and it is sticking like crazy. Our steeply inclined death-ride of a street is snaring the unwary as usual, cars caroming their way to the bottom of the hill like billiard balls on a slanted table. Every few minutes brings the high-pitched whine of wildly spinning drive wheels as people try to change their minds, but none can resist the lure of old man gravity.

At home, it’s been a productive day. I successfully moved a printer from an ugly good-enough locale to a closet thanks to the wonder twin powers of Airport Express, and as a bonus we now have even more multi-zone music playback options.

Viv got the tree trimmed, the bathroom remodeling project is well underway, and there’s a fire in the fireplace. I will sleep easy tonight.