Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
But send a plow.
The stuff is STILL coming down. As it stands, it would be easier getting out of here on horseback than in a car!
Fortunately, I don’t have to commute. I’ll just stay right here and write today’s portion of “Logan’s Return”. It’s summer in Montana, where the book is set–ah, the power of the imagination. It can transport us anywhere.
I guess that’s why books are such a joy.