It's snow, baby!
Yesterday was a warm, sixty-five degree day with only a few clouds in the sky. Squirrels perched on branches and chittered excitedly as the sun traversed the sky in its lazy arc. Small birds gathered fibers and twigs to build or reinforce their nests in the ivy growing on the building on the opposite side of the beer garden.

Today is a chilly, thirty-three degree day (that feels like twenty-five, according to the weather-mo-tron that Google spat out at me) with snow falling constantly (but fortunately not remaining a solid once it hits the roads). The birds are probably huddled in their nests and God knows where the squirrels are. The ivy has snow all over it and the sun has yet to be viewed by the human eye. Clouds adorn the skyscape like a thick, well, blanket of... clouds.

All right, that's enough with the semi-poetic crap. Needless to say, it never fails to strike me as odd that Colorado's weather can suddenly decide to drop thirty or forty degrees in the space of eight or twelve hours and change from no precipitation to snow. Apparently, the forecast was for three or so hours of snow mixed with rain beginning around five o'clock this morning. Well, at four, when Oh Heck went to work, he said that there were already three inches of snow covering our backyard. There were about five inches I had to sweep off my car when I left for work at twelve-thirty, and there's probably about that much smothering the lawn furniture in my beer garden as I write this.

Funny thing is, I think there was more snow down in Arvada where I live than there is here where Golden nestles against the very bosom of the mountains. It's generally the other way 'round. Either way, it's pretty dead here at the brewery. I mean, the very concept of having the time to type all this out is staggering when held up against the normal crowd that invades my beer garden at three o'clock. I did have sixty students from the Colorado School of Mines (located conveniently two blocks south of us, up the hill) in for some special thing that the school was doing where Mines paid for a pint for each student that had a plastic armband from the event, but that only took about an hour and was pretty much just making a mark on the band, marking down a pint on the sheet, and pouring it. Quick in-and-out service. Also, since they included some gratuity in the payment, it was also one of the easiest thirty dollars I've ever made in the alcohol sales business.

Not the easiest, mind you, but one of the easiest. Yeah.

Well, it's back to work for me, I suppose. Since I'm there, and all, and have some clean glasses to restock. On an unrelated note, I finally uploaded the team icon that Lurch and I use in games like CounterStrike. So if ever you see this symbol on a wall, I'm probably lurking nearby waiting to be shot. :P

Team SkullDaisy--undead hippies or poisonous flora?