For three days now I have been trying to log in to my blogger account...

Not that there's anything really to be said!

Today we are having a snowstorm. Legally it's not a blizzard and I can't say what it's like, conditionwise. In the city it's hard to gauge. It did snow in a respectable heaviness for part of the afternoon. From the newsroom, we were privy to all the rumors going around -- that "they" were going to close the interstate, that they already had from Owatonna to Albert Lea (which they had not), that the county had pulled its plows off the road because it couldn't keep up, that MnDOT was about to follow suit, that you couldn't find the road in outlying areas... I managed to get some snow in my clogs and get extremely bored at work (as 1/3 of the newsroom could not make it in and no one was at their places of employment to be interviewed anyhow), but that was about the extent of the inconvenience to my life to date. I went home early and had a pleasant chat with my mailman whilst he made his distributions at the apartment complex's mail center.

Though it is not generally accepted, I do believe that conversation about the weather has some merit. (Have I said as much before?) It is something we have in common; it is something true; it is something that does have significant effect on our lives. For instance, my conversation with the mailman began with, "Nice day for you to be out, eh?" and he made a comment to the effect that he had started early but would likely not be done even by normal finishing time. And he continued that he lives about 35 miles away, and, though they may be the more shallow details, we now know each other a little better.

What else is new? Hmm. A reporter quit. My grandmother's surprise party is in two weeks. There is an newsroom disturbance regarding the aesthetics of the word "armada." (I say that it is nearly bastardized because it sounds part like "arm" -- armpit, army, German harshness -- and part like a passing Spanish breeze. It needs to commit to one or the other. The school board reporter disagrees and intends to someday name an all-salad restaurant after the term.) Next week I am looking forward to another genealogy class. I might be training to be a local museum tour guide in April. I gave up chocolate for lent, but not very devotedly, and so so far I think I've had some about every day, so I may just quit. My intentions were not altogether holy anyhow.

I've found yet another Brit com to my liking -- "A Fine Romance" with Judi Dench and her real-life husband; there aren't any more "Foyle's War"s at the library that I haven't seen, much to my disappointment; my sister and I resolved to go see "Sweet Land" at the theater, only to find we had waited too long and now it's gone; and I've killed a few trees printing out my favorite front page design ideas.

Does anyone still read this crap? Don't leave your name, but just leave a 'yes' comment. (Since you are, clearly, reading this.)

March is coming in like a lion, but with the color of the the lamb. ;)