Shivers and short sleeves

Today I abandoned my leftovers on the counter while leaving in a hurry to take Emma and Tim to school. So when lunch time rolled around, I went with guys from work.

As we walked out to Trey’s car, Arnaud told me he had heard from Jean-Luc. They were in T-shirts over in Grenoble. We were cold here in Austin. Chill winds and near-freezing temperatures.

Dad wrote on Valentine’s day from Indianapolis.

I should get a digital camera. As I sit at my computer in my den, a snow drift right outside the window is as high as the top of my head. When I stand it reaches my chest. I guess from ground to top it may approach 5′.

Meanwhile folks are having to go high into the mountains to ski in the Alps.