We've got plenty of it. Started coming down yesterday and hasn't really let up until now. They're estimating almost a foot of the crap. Dad wandered out this morning and it was up to his knees.
I think I'm staying in today and working on my Ares poem. No need for me to go outside.
Spritey is demanding to be fed. Now. So I must go do that.
Talk to you all when we get unburied over here...
Ta,
Bec
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