So we wound up with about 10-11 inches all told, another couple inches having fallen in the evening. I ate breakfast, and came into office to check email prior to gearing up to go outside to shovel. Then I heard a snowblower. This time, it's neighbor himself.

I think I'll be baking cookies Sunday or Monday...

It doesn't have to be perfect.

I can fix it later.

But to do that, I need something to fix.

I'm a rewriter, not a writer.

Every phrase a jewel--we're not there yet, OK? Deal.

I can look it up later. Don't need to know Right This Second. Insert a comment and move on.

It would be nice to break a 1000 today, you know.