wintry mix, my ass

So we have indeed started meteorological spring although the gods of weather say “nay”. We got another 50 mm (2″) of snow today, which the weatherpersons are calling “a wintry mix”. After a robust cloudburst of rain an hour ago, the flakes are back with a graceful vengeance. Jude and I have plenty of episodes of Northern Exposure and Star Trek: Voyager for several days, but I dearly hope the roads are clear when we head south to Victoria next Tuesday for my surgery.

I have to cop to ample anxiety about the operation. I’m cutting way back on my consumption of TV news. MSNBC and CNN are largely speculative anyhow, so I’m down to the PBS Newshour. Brooks and Capehart, and Politics Monday are fine for now, thank you very much. Trump can manage fine without my attention. I’m certain that, like an octopus, he will continue to spray his inky melange of melanin and mucus to distract the masses.