It has been a grueling week and we are about to enjoy an evening with our friends, Marty and Carol.

I’d like to leave this week, along certain events of the past two months, on the side of the road somewhere in a foreign country. I could provide a litany of complaints, but I will refrain. Today I worked well and hard: Press on regardless.

Tomorrow is town meeting day. I’ve never attended before, but this year the local paper asked me to go and write a few words on the results. I’m not quite sure what to expect. I’m assuming there will be no public brawls, alas.

Last night brought the second big snowstorm of the year. The last storm brought fluffy, fun snow. The cold weather kept it on the roof for days, until it finally sheered off in huge icy chunks, one of which shattered a window at the back of the house.

Today’s snow was heavy and wet, and temperatures were warm enough to keep it sliding off the roof regularly throughout the day, causing an occasional whomping sound, but no broken glass. Just like life. Sometimes you get off lightly and sometimes you take a few body blows.

… but I decided to go back to just pointless, incessant barking,” says one dog to another in the New Yorker cartoon.

I haven’t been blogging much because I’ve been doing most of my pointless, incessant barking at Dave. It has been a tough month and I haven’t wanted to dwell in writing on what are mostly minor problems in the grand scheme of things.

And here it is just about February. I’ve always held that February is the longest month because it falls at that point when it seems as if winter will go on forever. Since our winter weather didn’t start until quite late this year, I am hoping February will not be the usual long trudge across Siberia.

In the meantime, I promised Jared I would publish a link to the videos he recorded at the Tuesday night Acoustic Coalition at Marshland Farm. Come in from the cold and sit by the fire with us for a while.