Greetings from the upper Midwest, where it's a few minutes from February.
The weather outside is frightful; the coffee inside's delightful. I didn't have a chance to stick a digital camera out the door to take a dark, grainy video of what's going on here in the Gret White Nawth, so I swiped this off the Internets.
It's kind of like this, only without the tidal wave and Empire State Building. As a great philosopher once said, "Dem tings happen."
So does wintertime in Nebraska.