Everyone's working for the weekend...

So they're talking that four letter word again around here. Yes, snow. After a month and half of "Is it winter?" confusion, the cold artic weather has returned with a threat of precipitation. Which means the mad supermarket run for bread, milk, and toilet paper can begin... The worst of the storm is supposed to hit on Saturday when I usually do groceries, so this could be entertaining.

Despite fairly long odds, I did finish my submission for CVS this week, my first attempt at alternate history. My father will be so proud of me. If he doesn't dissect the historical problems at length... another Virgo, you know. Oh well, I will force myself to submit this to that contest just to get into that mindset a little.

Grammys were rather boring actually. Winter Olympics are on the way, so I need to clear the dvr off of other stuff.