Yesterday we drove to Minot. Just as we returned home the four-letter s-word started. The actual snowfall was light. But the high winds were intolerable. Clearing the deck of lawn furniture wasn’t a high priority.
This morning the dogs did their business and went straight back to bed. Half the cats decided they’d try it, the rest said “oh screw this, wake me up when it melts. Or next April.” At last count, only one cat is out and I expect her to come pawing at the sliding glass door soon enough.
It will melt by tomorrow and next week we’ll be back in the fifties. We’ll consider this one just a warning from the Gods of Winter, a sample of what’s to come. I’ll put the lawn furniture inside tomorrow.