Gettin' ready for the next nor'easter. Trying to melt ice with rock salt, in advance of the next twelve inches of snow. Problem is, the snow's gonna be heavy, and it's gonna stack right on top of the ice that's there now. It's gonna be a nor'easter ice sandwich.

Looks like a wicked big snow coming.

I'm a million miles away, in New Mexico, inside a hundred- year old adobe house, looking for wood to stock the three fireplaces. The viga (beamed) ceiling, the wooden plank floors, the small portal, the mountain beyond. Is this a fantasy? No. It's my home.