Holy frak, do we have us some snow here. The intrepid administrators at UMass-Amherst don't believe it's enough to close the school. Probably because their gold-plated heated toilet seats are still toasty to the touch. Monstro has to go out driving in this in the next half-hour. I suggested he tell the leader of his practicum that he can't get out of the driveway (which, half an hour from now, might be more truth than falsehood) — he'll be taking our AWD car rather than the Saturn because the Saturn's tires are pretty much burned through. Not much else going on. I'm reading a decent book — Haven Kimmel's newest novel — but I wish she'd hurry up and finish her memoir cycle because that stuff is effing great.