As it has been since mid-October, it was unseasonably cool last week. More so at the beginning of the week than at the end. There was also snow, ice, wind, and soup. Ice started to build on the edges of Lake Lucerne. It looked like the players that picked "before November 25th" would be the winners of this year's ice-in contest.
Albino Thanksgiving, The First Horseman of the Snowpocalypse, is upon us, but it wasn't that bad. Just as all hurricanes are not cat 5s and all earthquakes are not magnitude 7, all visits of the Horsemen of the Snowpocalypse are not set to 11. But then again, Winter on Thanksgiving is not feared for its ferocity, but for the extension it gives to the cold season. It's like hearing the starter gun go off while standing a few miles from the start line of a marathon. The extra miles aren't so bad at first, but it can make the last few miles a bit more ugly interesting.
-Nemo's looking for some long distance track boots.