It's been sunny and reasonably warm all day (it's now circa 2:30 p.m. central time, 1:30 p.m. mountain time), and the snow's starting to erode.
The problem being, there's a lot of snow, because the temperature was rarely above freezing (32 degrees) between December 3 and January 12, and those days it was, it snowed more (yes, it can snow when the temperature is above 32 degrees).
If it's left alone, and nature cooperates by not interfering, one can actually detect snow from one snowfall, as compared with another snowfall; the snow's layered, with distinctive layers. The south side of the William Rivers Pitt, when examined last week, showed 22 distinctive layers.
The Sandhills of Nebraska are supposed to get more snow on Thursday and Friday, but it appears we're getting back to a normal winter, and so it won't be so bad, lows in the 20s and highs in the 40s, maybe 50s.
I went to the big city this morning, as the cold continues, to see the physician, a dematologist, in his capacity as my "general practice" physician. The weekend of Thanksgiving, I came down with pneumonia, bacteria-inspired. This cold appears to be virus-inspired, and so there's not a whole lot one can do about, other than spending 12-16 hours a day in bed, reading light matter, the hot-water vaporizer putting out like a steam locomotive, a couple of aspirin, orange juice and water in copious amounts and coffee and milk in mildly moderate amounts.
It's a good thing I work at my own rate, rather than holding down an 8-5 job; the work is piling up, but I have until April 15, so I can take it slow and easy getting back to prime condition, without use of chemical drugs.
But much more important than my own travails, I hope it pleases God that Scoobie's son turns out okay.
Man, I dislike to whine.
