The island we raced to, deep under drifts of snow

[sovay]

Actually, the nightmare was the three-plus feet of frozen solid snow my father, my brother, and I have just spent the last three hours shoveling off the roof. Several layers of roof, actually. It was already compacting to slush by the time the rain started and it only became icier and more sodden as the afternoon went on—needless to say, I have not yet gotten to captainbutler's. (I dropped off his cake and his present. Then I shoveled.) I'm drinking very hot tea.

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[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Remind me never to be impressed by English weather.

[sovay]

Remind me never to be impressed by English weather.

I'm sure it's less impressive here than in Tierra del Fuego.