The island we raced to, deep under drifts of snow
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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That sounds very bad. What are you doing about the leak?
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