flurries?

duders,
the wolfman mayhem has produced
a seriously suckie side-effect.
the orbiting satellite of luminous largess has launched
an all-out weather war on the woodsly goodness.
yep.
it's mutha-b!tchin' snowing.
like,
right out of the cloudy skies and everything.
just try howling at a completely obscured orb,
 behind a blanket of icy white debris.
it doesn't have much panache.
just sayin'.
it's gross;
like the cheesy chunk of yellow sky-light
is grating it's very own arctic parmesan on our heads.
what.
the.
F*?
total and complete lame outside times.
we are not impressed.
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the moon.
the moon, neighbors.
the moon and it's tidal wave raving flow.
never mind the ebb, y'all.
right now it's all about the pull of the thing.
i think it's pulling the wolf right up to the tippity-top.
keen senses,
and boiling blood,
and berserker barbarian battle-beastliness,
and a healthy disregard for social propriety.
loud.
fresh.
and hard.
we got they,
and all the respective jauns associated therewith.
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in other other news-
our home is improved.
again.
and more.
the leftover luan (you know it) has been upgraded,
and the beams have been veneered.
the homestead is looking molto lovely,
and when the sunlight shows back up again,
i'm thinking i'll have to treat y'all to a peek.
in the meantime,
we're huddled close,
watching the heavens drip dandruff down on us.
togetherness,
for warmth as much as comfort.
it's happening;
never quiet, never soft.....