+/- a foot of fluffy-ish over a few inches of ice and Kirby is, as ever, thrilled: not only because of the snow but because he likes to steal the shovel during The Great Dig-Out (which will function as a replacement for running because the roads are impassible at present and getting smashed by a snowplow sort of defeats the purpose of running to stay alive and I do love the rhythm of shoveling snow ) – but it's still legions better than last Thursday's/Friday's heatless and hot waterless snow day – so that we can partake in the second and third Great Dig-Outs (operating under the assumption that we can get there) to liberate multiple Oldze: they shall be released / coordinated, perhaps; the day awaits.