Vic Socotra - Purveryor of Glib words to the world, and Man Friday to the great Architect itself.
on March 6th, 2014
The Big Thaw is not here, not today. We had a good start yesterday and the snow is off the police car’s blue flanks, but it lingers elsewhere. It is gray and hovering below freezing, but the happy voices on the radio tell us that we will be up to the sixties by this weekend. [...]
on March 5th, 2014
We are supposed to soar in temperature all the way to the mid-40s today, which is a good thing, since I have to venture out to the wilds of Fairfax County this morning. The roads are passible, but the relative warmth is going to make everything soupy and salty by early afternoon. I packed up [...]
on March 3rd, 2014
I am uncertain about making the bed this morning. Normally, it is an element of faith, that once out of the embrace of the eiderdown, it is the grown up thing to put it back in good order, sheets folded down on top, covers tight as a drum, and the pillows stacked just so. I [...]