Dennis got in an hour late but safely last night. Sorry I didn’t call, but I was a little focused on getting home alive. The snow blew in and made visibility lower than even remotely safe, we had to pull over at the Ft. Lupton exit and try to adjust the headlights so that they’d point at the ground instead of into the snow (BLIND). That helped, but even with leaving the train station at 9, we didn’t get home until after midnight, I think.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day. As much as I appreciate that attached significance, it’s still a pretty ridiculous holiday to me.
I’m still wearing a green clover necktie. Pinchers will get pummeled to death.
I don’t know how much longer I can resist the insulin. Not having carbs is dangerous enough as it is, and it makes me sad.