Gale

If you could only see outside my window right now--and you could, as I have a camera and photos taken, but alas, no camera chord with which to load and publish them--you would see why I am hibernating at my desk at 5:14 pm on a Friday, refusing to leave until I can walk to the bus stop without being unreasonably soaked for the ride home in the inevitably freezing vehicle. My umbrella is no match for this misery, except color-wise of course.