22°F and clear skies this morning, going up to 41° today. Going to be pleasant here most of the week, with some manner of as-yet-undetermined wintry stuff by the end of the week.
We got a lot less rain Saturday than I thought we might, judging by the radar. The storm ended up breaking up around us into smaller patchy storms. Temps did get up near 60° in the afternoon, affording me an opportunity to get into the garage and get some clearcoating on my guitar body. That turned out pretty well. I'll do some work on the neck while the body finish fully cures over the next couple of weeks.
The winds arrived sometime late Saturday evening, and woke us several times early Sunday morning. They persisted yesterday until sometime around 8pm. No serious damage at our place, but the screen door going into the garage popped open and wedged itself into some landscaping rock. Didn't look like any serious damage to it when I closed it. Other friends in Missouri were reporting power outages and tree damage. Glad we avoided that.
I put out a live trap for our uninvited barn guest. Couldn't find the old trap, so I had to run to Rural King Saturday evening just before they closed to get a new one. The wind blew the trap shut Saturday night, and The Wife didn't report a skunk in it this morning either. He's really stinking up the barn lately. He's gotta go.
Sorry to read about your cousin, farmer.
Eric, I feel your pain regarding the ridiculous attempts at finding metric/imperial equivalents. I go through that here at work entirely too often. One guy here simply refuses to use metric, and always asks me for the equivalent in inches. The last time we had that conversation, I told him any equivalent was irrelevant, as the customer was going to measure it in millimeters, so we are, too. He got mad and stormed out of the tool room. I'll never understand that bullheadedness, especially when metric's base 10 is so much easier. Besides, digital calipers have that nifty little button that changes the display from inches to millimeters, so it's not even like you have to relearn math.
I shaved my beard down to stubble yesterday, too, Drew. The goatee had gotten about 2-1/2" (63.5mm) long, and was starting to aggravate me while sleeping. Always feels weird when it's first gone.
Sorry to read about your local shootings, Buppies. Coming from a fairly quiet area during my formative years, I'm still not used to all the violence around me every day. The area where I work has shootings literally every day. Someone was killed in an apartment building about a block away last week. The really sad - and maddening - part to me is how some segments of society have come to accept this as normal everyday life. I cannot imagine living like that.
Thanks for the awesome sledding pics, Lynn. It's been awhile.
Never tried The Macallan, RNG. I recall reading about it in Neil Peart's book Ghost Rider. He apparently drank quite a bit of it during the extensive ride he documented in that book.