No Doubts

Yesterday's project was removing the snowblower from the tractor. Snow was predicted and Mother Nature did not disappoint. You can always count on Murphy's Law. You know, whatever can go wrong will go wrong. You put on your best clothes and new shoes to go on a very important job interview. You walk out the door and head for your car. Along the way you step in a big pile of dog shit. You stop and clean off your shoe and proceed to your interview. In you mind you know your shoe is clean. You worked really hard to get every speck of dog shit off. Yet, while you sit there your nose twitches a bit at a little whiff of poop. Panic ensues. What if they smell it? How did I miss any? Did I step in another pile somewhere else? What was that question again? Oh, my greatest weakness? Given my current state of mind probably irrational fear of social embarrassment.

Here was the view out our back door this morning.

 Then the weather folks said flurries. It doesn't show we'll here but this was way more than flurries.

So, if you remove your snowblower count on getting snow.