Snow day

You can always tell when the weather is "going south" in Arkansas: everyone crams into the grocery store to stock up. Flurries were falling when I visited the IGA because I needed tortillas. Only tortillas.

Everyone else needed at least a weeks worth. The checkout lines snaked around the chips, soap and vegetable aisles. Can't be too prepared.

Husband and I had work to do at Booneville. We were herded up the backroads at Booneville hill off of Hwy 22, only to meet the nervous sheriff, and everyone else that didn't get detoured, on the hill proper. Snow waivered between 2" to none--including a stint of rain (!) at one point, on our circuit of Logan County.

I grew up in the mountains of Colorado. I know snow. But flatlander Southerners terrify me, since they have no idea of how to drive. We met some scary folks. I'm happy I'm home.