I woke up at 3:16 this morning, and it slowly dawned on me that I had to go to work today. That’s no way to start the day. Especially a day that promises to be really friggin’ cold. It’s 16° right now, but the temperature is supposed to drop all day long. And it’s really windy. And there’s snow, too. I can’t really tell how much there is, but I reckon I’ll have to get out there and plow the driveway for the first time this season. Oh boy.

News flash this morning: you can’t get the flu from eating pork. I certainly can’t, because I don’t eat pork. At least, I haven’t eaten pork (or anything that once walked on four legs, for that matter), in an awfully long time.

Well, guess I better get going.

Happy 67 to Steve Stills.