The Physics of Winter

Cold. Sleet. A little snow. Not bad, but for a highway department that's a study in futility--how about you ask the boys on this side of the river how they always get the crap off the roads? Two hours for a one-way trek home. State of Mis-our-ee, indeed.

But then I check the TV station list, just to see who's already not going to school tomorrow, down in the various Show-Me State hollers, and bless whoever's making this shit up. I love you, I swear.

The Inertia School of Dance is closed. Forever, I must assume.