They say 4 days of snow starting today so I got up early and swept the walk, which was bad enough because the snow was the wet kind that stuck to the push broom so it was two sweeps followed by a knocking of the broom on the sidewalk to remove caked snow.

sweepsweepknock/sweepsweepknock

Insert Queen hit here

Plus I was wearing my comfortable baggy slept-in (by me) sweatpants that kept sliding down my ass and were on the verge of falling down around my ankles, so I had to keep reaching back and pulling them up. Sweepsweep/knock/sweepsweepknock/ reachpull/sweepsweepknock/reachpull. So the neighbors think I have St. Vitus’ dance, big deal.

But the walk is clean. Cars too. Driving to work was uneventful, slow but no spinouts.

Big kid away with school for a week skiing. Wife leaves today on a shortish business trip, leaving Gamma and I me alone until Wednesday night. Alone except for the inlaws, and various animals.

Gamma, who is six for the moment, is now interested in volcanos. So we have been surfing the internet before bed, gazing upon live volcanocams around the world (so far have not found any volcanocamgirls hi im leilani if i get to close to the magma my grass skirt lites on fire do u want 2 c my bikini? lol!!1! ), and talking about how close one can be to an eruption without dying, and men in Indonesia who climb down into caldera and carry out sulfur 80kg at a time for $3/day, and other men in aluminum suits who climb down to permanent lakes of molten lava for some reason, and a cable car station in Sicily they keep rebuilding and Etna keeps destroying with new flows of lava. Gamma’s dreams must totally rock.

Sweepsweep. Knock.