It’s snowing here.
Ella is sad because she knows we aren’t going to the park. We might later but right now I’m not going outside.
The snow melts as soon as it hits the ground. I hope each snowflake suffers a painful, melty death.
Winter snow is awesome. Everything is pretty. It’s not so wet either and doesn’t seem as cold. Spring snow is the worst. Oh sure the plants like the moisture but the damp air feels awful and colder than winter air.
I’m trying to catch up on Better Call Saul. Oliver is pissed that we aren’t going to the park according to his rigid dog schedule. He’s panting, barking, and whining and generally driving me nuts as I try to watch TV.
I’m liking this season of Better Call Saul but the pace is rather sloooooow. For example, Mike is driving his Chrylser New Yorker Fifth Avenue Edition in the desert. There might be 25 seconds of video of this happening. Five seconds would have sufficed. The hour long episodes would be better with 10 to 15 minutes of that stuff edited out.
Chrysler New Yorker Fifth Avenue is one of the dumbest car names I’ve ever seen. I bet not one person who lived on 5th Ave in NYC ever owned one of those models.