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Pretty sunset tonight as I drove home from cardio, where I watched the final minutes of the Bills game:
That game occurred about 20 miles south of here, in weather that has to be considered exceedingly un-Buffalolike. Temperatures were in the low 40F range, there was hardly any wind to speak of, and there was little if any snow. The latter's already broken a record for nonexistence- almost a full week into December, and we've yet to have a single measurable (defined as an inch or more) snowfall at the official airport measuring station. Typically, we get that first measurable accumulation in October, are well into the cycle of plow-and-slog by November, and we don't come out from under all the piles until April, if not May. Last year, we famously broke every conceivable record, even though our part of town didn't get the eight-foot dump of the stuff the week before Thanksgiving.
Not that we're complaining, but it's got to be freaking the animals out. Ours were especially feisty this morning- I booted out all the cats after Tazzer dropped a pee bomb on me while cuddling around 6 a.m., and the three of them proceeded to get into collar-pulling hissyfights with each other before everybody finally settled down. Then, when I went to put the linens in the wash, I found they'd hit another trifecta in the laundry area: they (a) knocked over the bigass jug of detergent, which (b) immediately jiggled the plug on the washer and made me briefly think it was broken, but then (c) crashed into the ductwork venting the gas from the dryer to the outside and knocked it off the back of the latter appliance.
All this before 9 a.m. Well played, aminals:P
I unjiggled the plug, rolled the Era back to my reach, and reconnected the duct. All was well except reconnecting that damn thing took three tries like it always does.
That game occurred about 20 miles south of here, in weather that has to be considered exceedingly un-Buffalolike. Temperatures were in the low 40F range, there was hardly any wind to speak of, and there was little if any snow. The latter's already broken a record for nonexistence- almost a full week into December, and we've yet to have a single measurable (defined as an inch or more) snowfall at the official airport measuring station. Typically, we get that first measurable accumulation in October, are well into the cycle of plow-and-slog by November, and we don't come out from under all the piles until April, if not May. Last year, we famously broke every conceivable record, even though our part of town didn't get the eight-foot dump of the stuff the week before Thanksgiving.
Not that we're complaining, but it's got to be freaking the animals out. Ours were especially feisty this morning- I booted out all the cats after Tazzer dropped a pee bomb on me while cuddling around 6 a.m., and the three of them proceeded to get into collar-pulling hissyfights with each other before everybody finally settled down. Then, when I went to put the linens in the wash, I found they'd hit another trifecta in the laundry area: they (a) knocked over the bigass jug of detergent, which (b) immediately jiggled the plug on the washer and made me briefly think it was broken, but then (c) crashed into the ductwork venting the gas from the dryer to the outside and knocked it off the back of the latter appliance.
All this before 9 a.m. Well played, aminals:P
I unjiggled the plug, rolled the Era back to my reach, and reconnected the duct. All was well except reconnecting that damn thing took three tries like it always does.