Woke up to the sound of a snowplow, scraping the roads. Scrape, scrape.... a sound that blends in with the many other night sounds of life in the Northland. A sound that means enough snow fell to require multiple passes of the plow. A snow that has now ended, thankfully. I have things I want to do and snow does not play a part in them.
Stay warm and make it a Starbucks day.
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