I call it Winter Wormhole.

It mysteriously appeared yesterday.

Well, not so mysteriously.

Shovel, shovel.

Pant, pant.

Zooming out…

Snow cake.

Who want’s the first slice?

In other news ~

We’ve got a hacker in our midst.

Not a white hacker.

Not a black hacker.

Not even a IKEA hacker.

We have a man hacker.

A man with a man cold.

He might have even tipped over into the realm of man flu.

Northern Man Flu.

It’s not pretty.

I live in the kitchen, hovering over a stockpot. Chop. Stir. And repeat.

I may or may not be wearing a garlic lei.

TGIF.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Elen