All my favorite memories involve grey winters and camping or biking or going to the coast when a storm is rolling in.

The best part of winter are the stretches where the sky and rain mute all the colors and make everything look like just another shade of grey. It’s as if the world goes monochromatic for a week, not always making the world darker, but more muted and quiet. Motion seems to blur a little, like looking at an endless series of pictures taken in low light. But every once in a while something will break out, and look so sharp and vibrantly colored that you can’t take your eyes off it until it retreats back into the neutral ash that frames it.

Damn, I wish I was home.

Since I’m going to be in Cancun the week before Thanksgiving, and I’m taking Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving, I’m only going to be in the office for 4 days between the 15th and 30th of November.

Woo!

I’m not even touching the later seasons.

It keeps people from asking stupid questions.

That is, I go up to the 4th story roof of the building and chuck gear into the parking lot.

Or do you mean a general power outage drill?

And I would offer half of my steak sandwich (chopped filet, homemade black bean and corn salsa, jack cheese), but you have to come and get it yourself.