January 23rd, 2034
The day has been gray and cold and the temperature has been hovering near the freezing mark since mid-morning. It looks like another snowstorm is on the way and I, for one, couldn’t be happier.
A heavy snow down here usually translates to a heavy snowfall up in the Sierras, and a good storm would certainly slow down the Threak offensive. So, here’s to wishing for the mother of all snowstorms, may it snow long and hard, – our lives are depending on it.