Mix of rain & snow falling, a while ago, when it was mostly rain, the snow was falling too fast, minimally organized wall of white noise. Now it's mostly snow, sounds are oddly muted and segregated, rain dripping from a roof onto discarded fluorescent bulbs like a ringing telephone, a cluster of songbirds, Christmas carols from a parked SUV, an overriding distant whoosh penetrated regularly by the louder whooshes of cars speeding through slush.

Going to go to Lester Mazor's retirement party over at Hampshire in a while, will probably see lots of people I haven't seen in years, should be strange.

Fingers hurt from the cold wet.