Well, there you are, then. Not terribly much exciting has happened in the last, oh, six or seven hours. We got ice, but no snow, and the temperature is rising, so the air is filled with the lamentations of small children. My dreams were normal in their weird ways, and I haven't gotten much done for Coon's class, but I'll fake it if I must (which I must).

Got some weird email this morning. Check it out.

Today is a long day, of course; I'm not looking forward to spending ten hours up top of the hill, but it's got to be done. Ah, well.