Well, they got day 1 out of 4 days wrong in which they were predicting snow which is fine with me. :) It’s possible it snowed during the night and then melted by the time I got up just after 9:00, but I doubt it. I’ll ask Tom when he gets in. He’s certainly gotta have snow up where he works.

Saw an interesting movie last night about a crazy mortician who falls in love with this beautiful corpse. What a nice job that would be to work with the dead. I mean, could I really go wrong if all my “coworkers” were dead? We certainly couldn’t fight over positions, breaks, promotions or anything like that, and if I decided to swipe some stiff’s expensive watch to sell, somehow I doubt they’d be reporting me to my boss. Time has no meaning to the dead anyway, right?

But when you’re born with one sense not working right – in my case it was my hearing – the others are stronger. Therefore I’m not sure my nose could handle the stench.