A ton of snow fell on Berea-Rose yesterday. Da Chimpz were still out there today playing in the tunnels they burrowed through the mighty banks.

Later, with Mojo at the mall with his grandma, Cookie and I had vicious snowball fight in the driveway. I hate to say it but I think he won -- effectively landing a giant snow-form right onto the flat of my face, where it exploded in a cloud of tiny ice crystals. I became a Bumble.

Got a nice fire going downstairs. Alane just turned the game on so maybe I'll watch some of it. Or not -- I just don't have the patience.

And what the hell are these Duraflame logs that purport to burn in "festive" colors? The flame is just sort of bluish. Until you throw in some regular wood logs, like I just did (and like you're not supposed to). Then they burn very blue. And big. Eh, better than that stack of newspapers I immolated the other night. Made the house stink like the apartment buildings on the corner of 38th Street. Glad that's over.