Since the forecast was for freezing rain with ice build-up, naturally the clouds cleared and the sun came out.
Meanwhile, the house is filled with the aroma of chicken-and-white-bean chili that is simmering on the stove. My wife is packaging gifts for the Lower 48 relatives, and I'm practicing a few songs for Tuesday evening's jam session.
Looks like the clouds are slowly drifting back in. The short days* this time of year make every bit of light precious, and we resent anything that interferes ... unless it's big, fluffy Alaska-sized snowflakes.
Alas, there's nothing like that outside now, so we're loving the light. :)
Thanks for stopping by, folks.