Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be. It is just past 3:30 a.m. in "The City." A current temperature outside the Weather Window of 26° punctuates the windy conditions and blowing snow. There is a weather watch in effect until 7:00 a.m. Friday. Right now, we await the sunrise at 7:41 a.m. and the latest forecast, which seems to change hourly. That makes the morning constitutional an unpredictable experience for me. I don't know about the intrepid weather dog. 

I am supposed to go to the doctor this afternoon, but that is going to be a game time decision. I was out yesterday afternoon moving the snow around in the wind and so I have no particular desire to be outdoors. Sugar the Weather dog was with me earlier for the morning constitutional, and she liked the snow. I don't mind, but when you can't see the sidewalks and curbs, walking is difficult. I always come back spent from the activity. 

Once I was done with the snow moving, I walked over to the book store to get the newspaper. I thought I was done, but Mary had an insatiable desire to go out to a restaurant. I decided that if I was going out once again, it would be to the favorite watering hole. We had to stop for fuel, and that wasn't a pleasant experience, as I felt like a refugee from the Wizard of Oz. While there wasn't a "Twister", there was plenty of blowing snow to make the time spent outside less than comfortable. We watched the snow blowing past the actual window and on the virtual  electronic window while we were at the favorite watering hole, and it was good to be inside, away from a door, and out of the wind. 

I did get in some time with the girls and reading the newspaper, but the dusting was replaced by snow removal. Maybe today. 

I watched the northbound run of the nightly train go by a few minutes ago. The regular cast of locomotives was towing 18 covered hopper cars, apparently unladen. As they passed, they picked up speed easily, further proof that they were not loaded. 

I am certain that the sun will set at 5:15 p.m. tonight. About the only thing that is certain is the rotation of the Earth. All in all, unlike W. C. Fields, I'm glad I'm not in Buffalo. Ciao.