Riverline

More from the storm, film this time. For reasons I can't fathom, I've misplaced my warm hats. Heck, I've misplaced *all* my hats, warm or not. My guess is they're hanging out with the socks I've lost in the dryer, but it's a guess at best.

So I head out to my local friendly(?) superultrameganew chain store to buy a warm hat. Guess what? They don't have any, in fact, they don't have any winter clothes *at all*, they're too busy selling, get this, swimware. Yeah, that's not a typo, swimware. It's 15 degrees outside, with 8 inches of snow, 20 mph winds, and not a hat in sight...

So I didn't stay as long as I wanted to at the local river park, seeing as how my ears fell off, and have now joined my socks and hats. Somewhere warm probably.