Cold. Wet. Grey. Harrowing.

Wake up Hank. It's time to go out.

Wake up Hank. It’s time to go out.

It's raining.

It’s raining.

These trees remind me of Game of Thrones.

These trees remind me of Game of Thrones.

This is not the Yellow Brick Road.

This is not the Yellow Brick Road.

Craig and I spent two hours sanding our luge run of a driveway.