JANUARY SNOW.

For about half a minute, once, last week. And more snow today. For about half a minute.
   This is not a weather forecasting blog. Or a weather reporting blog. If I wanted to report the weather, I'd say it's been FUCKING WINDY AS FUCKING FUCK over the past week.
   And I was affected by that. I took storm damage. Me. Personally. I was...
   Blown about a bit.
   Yesterday I struggled mightily with a bin. The bin and I fought a raging battle against our unseen foe: really blowy air. And we survived. I'd say we won. But only because the lorry turned up and I emptied the bin into that lorry.
   After, the bin and I retired to our capital city and celebrated a great victory. If you think of the capital city as SHELTER FROM REALLY BLOWY AIR.
   Anyway, I started thinking about all the people who lost power. Here, the electricity stayed on. I was out and about, and I did suffer from third party power-loss.
   But that was it.
   Winter turned wild after being very mild. I ordered a computer upgrade. My office is more or less how I want it. The weather outside is, mercifully, outside.
   What would happen if my writing fell victim to the wind? No electricity? Oh, I could switch to a laptop for about fifteen minutes. Or whatever the effing battery can stand.
   But. No electricity? I'd have to go to bed. The gas heating is operated by a vital spark. And I'd just have to go to bed. In the cold dark. During the day.
   These snowy clouds are bloody dark, and I am typing thanks to electric light. It's morning as I dribble this nonsense.
   Without electricity, I'd not have written this. Oh, I could've used a pen, and a piece of paper, and that emergency wind-up torch. The one that turns the user into a hamster on a wheel.
   No, I don't know where this blog post is going. It's going to stop here. The snow doesn't look as though it will lie. Yes. I prefer my snow to display a truthful quality.
   Bit of wordplay for you there. Checking to see if you are awake. Now I'll check to see if I am.