Snow. Again. Really?

As the Snow of the Gods (ie random additional helpings after we're quite sure we said 'We're good in VA, no more please.') slowly drifts some scant crap that becomes rain, ice and wind after 5 pm; I cackle expecting speedy driver number 3 to get stuck on our curb. Again. We've had 2 people late at night get stuck on out corner house's curb, so why not bet on another?

At least we know what the guy will be doing all eve while I write my fingers off. Gasp at the nth New Egg box - he's building a super computer in there. As long as the lazer beam avoid me, I don't care.