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We've got something over six inches of snow. Sometimes I look out the window and see a whiteout, because we've got six inches of powder and it blows off the roof in clouds when the wind blows at all. It's very pretty, but it's not conducive to my getting out of here for anything short of disasters. All things considered, though, I definitely prefer six inches of snow to six inches of rain.

I'm still depressed. I'm going to do something about that tomorrow. Mostly, I'm going to go buy vegetables. That'll probably help. I should probably be taking vitamins or something, but I LOATHE taking pills. I can do it, but I just hate it. It took me until I was in college to learn to swallow pills reliably.

I suppose I should go see if my credit card bill has showed up yet.