Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo awoke this morning to find moderate to heavy snow coming down around Port Swiller Manor.  Although “they” have been predicting this storm for some time now, there had been little consensus on what we’d actually get out of it.  Now that it’s here, we seem to be looking at 3 to 5 inches, turning to ice and sleet later on this afternoon and evening.  (There is some wailing and gnashing of teeth among the chillrens that a perfectly good snow is being thrown away on what’s already a school holiday, but I’m thinking they may at least get a delay out of it tomorrow.  Lazy swine.)

In other words, a perfect Pajama Day, you might say.  Except that ol’ Robbo can’t stand the idea of staying in his jammies all day long.  Gives me a distinct case of the heebie-jeebies.  Even if I do nothing more the rest of today than frowst in front of the fire with a good book and a bottomless cup o’ joe – a distinct possibility – I still feel the need to get cleaned up and get dressed first.  Always been like that.  Don’t know why, but there it is.