A rare occurrence this deep in Dixie, I woke to snow this morning. There was a pretty, white coat on the lawns and shrubs. Roads and walks were slushy and slippery, and they were smashing up cars all over town. A couple of idiots tried to get me, too. I sure wish I could have been at my cabin in the hills with a fire crackling in the stove; and I have always wanted to hunt in the snow. The weather radar showed plenty activity in that area, but I couldn't escape... maybe in my next life.
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