I have to devote as much time as possible to gathering my things and taking them to storage. The last fucking thing I need is to take that time to shovel and or plow snow. Fuckin' A, man.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Monday, March 3, 2025
Snow? Still?
The last goddamn thing I need is to deal with a snowstorm. Haven't been paying attention to the weather report, so hearing last/Sunday night that there is going to be a potentially nasty snowstorm that will start tomorrow/Tuesday morning as rain and switch at some point over to snow by the time it wraps up some time Wednesday was a rude blindside. And it doesn't help that the initial range of snow forecast is between two and six inches of snow. I can handle two inches; I might not even shovel. Half a foot? Well, shit, I have to break out the snowblower again, and I haven't even tried to clean the carburetor, which prevented the plow from working at its peak.
Labels:
bad mood,
blindsided,
inattention,
journalism,
television,
winter
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