Global warming is not outside my window

Fresh snow is resting on the neighbor’s house – otherwise known as “the green house”; snow on that roof is usually my first indicator of the day’s weather trend. And the bushes are bending with snow. I don’t particularly mind this; it has been a trying few months and the weather-encouraged reclusive hibernation provides a reason to not get busy with lots of restructuring of family maintenance cares. However, tomorrow is March and we need to get started on preparing for mowing and roofing and painting and moving things from one place to another . . . and then probably back again.

On the other hand, I have not yet figured out how to put a lagging paperwork performance in the weather-related category. I’m certain, though, that if I mull over for a while, I will come up with some theory.

Oh, another snow-related piece of news: Der Bingle faced treacherous roads Friday night, so he stayed at the Ohio Redoubt and so did my Hot Heat Burritos. I am in withdrawal. There are NO HHB’s in my house. None. That is an inconvenient truth.