It's on its way. Lake. Effect. Snow. This is what you get for living near one of the Great Lakes, in a country that so often resembles a Christmas card scene. Personally, I can't really complain because at the moment I'm just sitting in front of the computer eating sugar in the form of Necco, but I do want everyone else to make it home safe and sound tonight.

Yesterday I saw herd upon herd of geese heading south from my balcony. I've never seen that many of them at one time before. The only thing I can think to compare to is a sky filled with World War II bombers (friendlies). I heard some of the closer geese honk as they flew overhead and I hope they get wherever they're headed before the weather turns nasty on them. I know the late start into winter was confusing but maybe next year you guys should set out a little earlier? We don't like seeing you get stuck in forming ice.

So it's cold (-15°c), we're bracing ourselves here and I really have no excuse to avoid getting back to the book. Time to hunker down and write, write, write. I've been so much in the headspace of the new novel lately that I even got confused while typing this, thinking: oops, shouldn't this be in past tense?