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Good morning, world.  It’s dark, and not quite the regular wakeup time.  We’re not sure exactly what’s up with Shawshank’s work schedule today.  The predicted snowstorm actually hit us with meteorological accuracy this time around. The wind started Friday night, and the snow came late Saturday.  Once it was here, the snow didn’t stop.  Shawshank…

Hello, world. We’ve got snow. It started last night, around the time we started to get snacky. I have no idea what sort of accumulation there might be out there. The wind is blowing way too hard, and nothing is really sticking. Things will be dicey if/when the wind stops. We left the house yesterday,…

It’s such a fucking terrible song.