Shake hands with the Devil

 Our Friday snow began sometime after midnight.  Yep, after 2 years of getting hardly any snow, this year it's accumulating... two inches here, two inches there.  The predictions is for 3 to 6 inches, the deeper snow being found on hilltops, and since I'm on one of the highest hills around I suppose that means I'm going to end up closer to the 6 inch range.  

Later this morning I'm going to be going to my local Giant supermarket, so that should be an indicator on how hard the snow is falling.  While Subarus aren't specifically made for snow, they do quite a lot better than your average Ford or Chevy.  And later, possibly this evening when the snow begins to die off, I'll go out and shovel.  Free Cardio.

And, speaking of cardio, Garmin has out an updated Beta version of their app and I signed up for it.  One of the things the new app does is compare your physical age with your actual age.  I've got work to do.  According to the app, I'm physically 2 years old than my physical age.  I'm not doubting for a second that has to do with the weight.  I'm not too concerned.  Since the holidays are over, my schedule is fixed and I began the necessary weight loss workout a few weeks back.  Results are showing up daily.  I'm working to get the physical age lower than my actual age.  We'll see if I can do it.

For those interested, this is what it looked like from my front door 15 minutes ago.

And, of course, quite a few people were speculating about the sores on Trump's hand.  What sores, you ask?  These sores.

Some were speculating that they might a secondary symptom of Syphilis.  Nope.  Personally, I think the most obvious answer is that this is what happens when you shake hands with the devil, since there has to be some physical manifestation of selling him your soul.