Apperantly, my damning worked.
It’s finally snowing. There’s not much, but it’s enough to cover everything in a thin layer of white. This town always looks better when snow-covered, especially when no one else is around, as happens at 4AM. When I was out walking, I think I saw only two cars out, plus heard a snow plow plowing streets to the North of me which I didn’t see. I also enjoyed the opportunity to be the first to leave footprints on the snow-covered sidewalks.
This first snow also gave me the opportunity to continue a four-year old ritual I have. The primary component in this ritual involves wearing my kilt. While one might think that this would cause me to get cold when walking around outside, it doesn’t. Due to the clouds and snow and lack of wind, its relatively warm outside (30° as opposed to the 14° wind chill two nights ago). Unfortunately, there isn’t enough snow on the ground yet for snow Scotsmen.
I haven’t heard Craig’s opinion on the snow, but Jason’s complaining about it and Nick and Mike (who took the above picture) both are talking about doing doughnuts in it. Before Josh left about 2AM, he made a miniature snowman (about 8 inches tall) complete with arms made from the tines of a plastic fork. It’s currently sitting in the freezer here at work.