Gramsci was totally horrified at the white stuff falling from the sky (some of it snow, some of it sleet, some of it little round hail pellets). Mind you, it had been an unsettling morning. I was grinding coffee beans and was totally disconcerted by a vibrating, drilling noise outside – like a thick spring reverberating in the wind, only there wasn't that kind of wind, today. So I bundled into a jacket and hat and went to investigate. There was a very large (and cross) Flicker, who was presumably excavating insects from the canales, or any other bit of wood he could find on the roof. Such is semi-rural life. Much of the day was spent inside, understandably, catching up with such exciting tasks as my USC Information Security Training (I hr 15 minutes of learning not to click on suspicious links in one's email).
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