According to the local transport department, major roads in the area are more or less open, but that's as maybe at Chez Szondy, where the road is an ice rink and we're socked in by about eight inches of the white stuff. That's the joy of living in the foothills; every inch of snow in the lowlands gets multiplied by four up here.
Accordingly, we will be initiating emergency winter protocols: Crackling fires, snow angels, cocoa, cozy books, lap rugs and Carl the Cattle Dog snoozing on the hearth.
It's Hell up here.
1 comment:
I have been a fan of your blog for a while. We will be in Spokane next
week, and are thinking of driving across the state to see the sites in
Seattle. Would that be a dangerous thing for Floridians to do?
Thank you for your time.
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