Frozen Tundra of Minnesota

Cold cold cold go away. I'm ready for spring. (although, who isn't by mid-February?)

Hopefully the broken water main in front of my house doesn't cause any problems. Hopefully.

As I sit here at my parent's house, dog and house-sitting for the night, I am watching Back to the Future III on the dish. (with all the choices - I can't pass up a B to the F flick) Wouldn't it be great to have a time machine? I'd love it.

The sleeping dogs should be left to lie. How little life has changed in 365 days. Sure, a house was bought, a couple of trips were made and someone retired, but apparently February 9th is not my lucky day. (which leads on to say that neither is the 14th)

So the tundra finds itself a little more frozen - figuratively and literally. And the former being much less certain to thaw by spring than the latter.

Oh well, it is what it is. The path is cloudy, choices may be mis-taken, but it is the road taken. Good or bad - it is what it is.

So yes, another abstract posting - but that's the road, or style, less taken.