Signs of a long, hard winter

A series of wind-blown snowdrifts greeted me at the door Wednesday morning:

I present to you excerpts recovered from the journal of my expedition to fetch this morning's newspaper:

DAY 1: We set out with a snow shovel and a steely-eyed determination to read today's Oakland Press....

DAY 43: Frostbite claimed Hastings last night.

DAY 44: We ate Hastings.

DAY 45: Expedition chef made a rather festive pudding out of the remnants of Hastings. Morale raised all around.

DAY 49: We ate the chef.

DAY 52: We ate the snow shovel.

DAY 56: We ate the photo of Mrs. Hastings....