Guess we'll know we're frozen by the icicles on our chins, if a blue nose doesn't wake us first!
Actually, it is morning...it's 12:42 am! So in case there's no electrical juice to transmit with over the next day or so, let's plow right in to a new Ode, shall we?
A poem simply can't contain
my woolly mammoth frets
and if they clone its DNA
that's big-a*s as it gets.
Let it snow!
(As long as the power stays on.)
Oh, and I hope you saw the TV premiere of The Cape on Sunday evening just past. I think I like it. And you?