Yeah, we just have a BIT of snow:

Totally unheard of in Vancouver. But hey — there’s a first time for everything!

Catherine is about to board a bus en route to Los Angeles because her flight to San Diego (to be with Eric) was canceled. A 36-hour ride.

I’m hoping my dad isn’t totally insane to be making the journey out here to get me in feet and feet of snow. He refused to stay home.

I’m coughing up a lung. This feels oddly familiar.

Christmas eve service is canceled. As it should be, in this weather.

Whee!

I love Christmas like few others, and I refuse to be a crank about it, but please keep Catherine (most of all) and my Dad in your thoughts and prayers.

I know of many, many people who are having a much rougher time than I am this season, so keep your thoughts with them, too.

My lungs? Just send a vacuum.