How Soon Is Now?

People are freakin' out here, man. A day-long dread is building in the souls of Saint Paul's citizens, patrician and plebian alike. Their eyes have gone glassy and white. Their faces have gone slack. They stare too long at their coffee, drink only half a cup.

It's just that it's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow, and somehow this go-round is really weighing on minds. Odd. You'd think we rarely see the stuff, and yes I suppose that's the case in recent winters and particularly in this rather uncharacteristically sunny season, but, really. We know.

We do.

Stay warm and be well, friends.
-cK