About a foot of snow now, and still coming down. I put Murphy out in his pen once, and as soon as he set to his "dog business", a huge clump of snow dislodged from the branches above dropped down on him and he came running back to the door, having had quite enough of that.
Being effectively isolated here, I decided to do something that I haven't done quite enough of in a while: I started cleaning the house. I actually found all my lost silverware in the process; it was under the dishes in the sink. Now it's all in the dishwasher. I'm even contemplating running the vacuum, but I'm not so sure that I feel like fighting that battle, what with Murphy penned up inside with me. But I did find some glass cleaner, and I'll probably take a shot at the inside of the windows today.
Man, I really need a woman here to do this sort of stuff, ideally in high heels.
In world news, it seems that with Hugo Chavez dead, Michael Moore and Sean Penn are eulogizing him and telling us all how much they miss him. Is it wrong for me to wish that they're reunited with him soon?