Precipitous

For a moment just now it was sunny, with a bit of snow filtering down. Now we have a direct wind from the north and the clouds have turned the sky white. Good thing I have already dropped off the dry cleaning, restocked the fridge with orange juice, and purchased a cappucino from the surly staff at Donna's. I can now stay in the rest of the afternoon in my slippers, battling GIS software and heating up the last of the braised red cabbage - it is SO GOOD.

Dad says he has made something called Unctuous Potential. It sounds a little on the icky side but am sure it is delicious. After all, anything that must be served with mashed potatoes cannot be too bad.

Ah yes. The snow has come to a halt. I guess last week it was 70 and the daffodils that Edith planted started pushing up. Will be interesting to see if they put themselves on hold until the next warm spell or if they will keep reaching out into the freezing air with reckless abandon.