a change in the weather

Saturday morning I was wading through about four inches of fresh powder snow on the way to the airport. Saturday evening I was standing barefoot in a driveway smoking a cigarette. Ah, the wonders of modern travel options! A few hours on a plane and I'm in a completely different world.

Dad says that "things are real quiet" already at his place. I didn't make much noise, but at least I was company.