I woke up to the quack of the smartphone and this text from Geekess…

Up and at ’em, mamacita.   ::smiley face::   The snow is waiting for you.

To which I quacked back…

I don’t want to look.    ::bummer face::

If it had been Christmas morning, I might’ve jumped up at the butt crack of morning to

S e e   T h e   S n o w !

But on 12 January, not so much.

In fact, not at all.

Burrow. Burrow. Burrow.

Okay! Okay! It’s purty!!

The end.

Elen