The night is quiet. The flames of the fire in the fireplace are lazily lapping at the logs. The puppies are curled up sweetly sleeping. It is snowing in Chesapeake.
No, wait…it stopped snowing in Chesapeake.
No, wait…it’s snowing again in Chesapeake.
Wait, wait, wait wait…it stopped snowing.
Whatever. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.