The snow is mking tiny, sharp noises against the window for the second night in a row. I’m not stressed, exactly – we have a plan, it worked today and it should work tomorrow. The snow from last night didn’t even last, but by the time we were headed home, it had started up.

Man, I left the Midwest to get the fuck away from this kind of weather. I mean, these snowfalls this winter still have amounted to a mere gesture in the direction of the kind of shit I lived through as a kid, but the high points are there. Municipal incompetence and unpreparedness. Prolonged personal discomfort. Et cetera.

I have made light of false winter and true winter over the past year. Turns out I hate true winter as bad as false winter.