Like a camel, winter sticks its nose under the tent
So we had our first snow last night, pitiful and snarkworthy though it was. It made me think, despite my general enthusiasm for technology of all kinds, that we should take away the Doppler radars and other bleeding-edge toys from the meteorologists and compel them to undergo mandatory retraining in the arts of haruspication, employing the huge local pigeon population as the necessary sacrifices. It would be a lot cheaper, more entertaining, and do quite a bit to clean up the city besides - and no less accurate than the present panic-mongering system, which had the National Weather ServiceTM (a division of Admiral Bob's National Security, or perhaps the Central Intelligence Company) issuing a Winter Storm Watch for a lousy 4-6" of snow, which even in these sissified times isn't enough to even delay school openings for fifteen minutes. Of course by this morning, the streets were merely wet, even though the ambient temperature on the way to the Park & Ride was 19, and the snow wasn't even an inch deep on the grass.
Inside the new apartment, unlike the old apartment, I snoozed comfortably without having to endure drafts from defective windows and unsealed AC units. In fact, when I came home from work yesterday the building super had not only put covers on all the AC units, he'd fixed the toilet, whose flapper hadn't worked quite right since before my arrival. w00t!
As further proof that we're living in the best of all possible Americas (so far), frozen turkeys were on sale at the local Cub for $0.38/pound, with a $25 purchase. Talk about your loss leaders! I wound up dropping almost $50 on the bird and various other food items; once I pick up some more milk and bread, I might well be set through the end of the month.