March 4-- When I was 8 years old I had a pretty bad bicycle accident. I was with a group of friends and we were racing down a hilly street we referred to as "Suicide Mountain". I had the old Schwinn up to about 20 MPH and then I hit a rock. Suddenly, I was airborne and about to make direct impact with a parked Buick-- which I did. It was before the days of helmets and needing body pads just to cross the street, and suddenly I was a bumper sticker.

I remember laying on ground with blood all over my head thinking, "This is the worst day of my life," and it was.

Until Today.

My studio is on the second floor and I believe the snow will be up to my window in about 15 more minutes. The wind is blowing so hard that the crap isn't even "falling". Instead it's crashing in, up, down, backwards, forwards and sideways.
The kids are home again and running around the house like rabid hyenas on speed and the dog just peed on the floor. By the time the snow ends I'll probably get to experience my first avalanche. I just never expected for it to be in my front yard.

Right now, I'd like to go smash my head against a parked Buick. Unfortunately, I can't because it's buried under 12 feet of snow.

I hope you survive Another Day In The Gray. I think my own chances are 50/50.