Wint'ry Mix

That was the forecast for today and dang if they weren't right on the money. You look outside at what appear to be soft little snowflakes, but soon discover that they're pointy pellets of ice raining down from the heavens like a plague of Egypt that didn't make the cut.

Another week drawing to a close. How do they do that? I mean, they go by so quickly these days. I don't think I like that...