The weather outside is frightful

and so has sapped my will to blog. All I want to do is hide in the bed. It's cold and wet and much like living under an old gray dog blanket that's been in the woods covering a kid's fort during three weeks of steady rain.

Here's a snapshot from a local weather service of a main road here.


So, news of my company's party and last night's UFC fights will have to wait another day.

Trust me: if you were here, you'd agree with this choice.