I know. It's dark around these parts. Hard to read, huh? It was hard to live, too.
Of course writing it all out like that is cathartic for me. I can't say what it's like for you to read some of my sadder tales. I'd like to believe that those stories are important or useful to people other than my relatives, but even if they're not, I'll keep on telling them, if only because they insist on spilling out and over. I can't seem to deny them.
But look! Here! Pretty pictures of the snow we just had! There are many kinds of snow, as the Eskimos know. The snow that came through last Wednesday left our town a winter wonderland. It was spectacular. Wish you'd been here to see it.