First, (and after the wettest November in history, apparently) two days of snow in a row (unheard of, as far as I’ve been here), and now a high, high, of 28. Sure, the kids get the day off school, but I still have to climb the hill to paint, and with the sun this low, most of the hill doesn’t get enough direct light to melt anything, so it’s cold, icy, and steep.

And as Peter walked home from downtown last night (the electric buses can’t get up the hill) a gas bus (that does go up the hill) passed him, with chains on.