"Now Disss, I Wanna Tell You, iss Da Reeeal Trenchtown Expeeerience ...

... All the way from Trenchtown, Jamaica ... Bob Marley and the Wailers"

Actually this has nothing to do with Bob Marley (although I am listening to him).  Because it never snows in Jamaica.  But it is coming down nicely here ...

Big fat wet flakes of snow.  I feel like I'm in the middle of a Jack London story, but really I'm in the middle of Troy, so building a fire won't be necessary.

I'll leave you with this ...

The plan for the rest of the day?  Pay for soup / Build a fort / Burn it down.