Schreiber

Weather: 60 degrees, rain, gale-force winds.** In short, a Nor'Easter...except that (a) it's come up from the southwest, like a very late hurricane, and (b) it's 30 degrees too warm.

Fuck global warming.

* 'Office Closure': a now largely obsolete category on our timecards.
** As in, We've just lost power for a fraction of a second twice in a row here.***
*** 'Here' being the actual office, where I am attending a holiday party. Which seems somewhat ironic in the circs.

ETA: Weather: Numerous downed trees in Belmont made my trip home (via the slash pile where the Lions Club had been selling Christmas trees), umm, interesting; but nothing had fallen on my house when I got home, so.
Party: I should have remembered to just bring Tupperware.

For the umpteenth straight day, today is cool and clear: classic Fall weather.
I'd be overjoyed except of course that it means we're officially in a drought now.

(Also, my skin REALLY hates it.)
(Also, I woke up at like ass AM and lay awake for half an hour or more panicking about drought, catastrophic climate change, and Torger Vedeler's Layers.)

Can we have murder hornets instead?

Now the Father has sent us enough snow and awful hail..."

Except that we still aren't nearly terrified enough about the prospect of a new age of flooding, so that the sea covers the Earth up to the mountains.