Head Tale

They found Jason frozen in a snow bank tonight along with his ever-present digital camera. 

This was a photo he took just as he left the bar.  The time stamp says 2:39am but I know this is a mistake as he told me he would be home around 8pm or so. 

The snow delirium apparently became too much and he might've tried to
stop at Ceep's patio for a pint, even though the patio was covered in three feet of snow.

This next photo appears to be a snow sherpa who was guiding Jason and whoever else was with him.  But I suspect that snow sherpa and the rest of the crew he was with abandoned him (somewhere around Richmond and Oxford?) to make his way home against the oncoming traffic, the sidewalks being all but impassable. 

The snow looks so deep and I can only imagine that my wonderful husband, being a good Saskatchewan boy, helped push out at least four cars on his way home.  I'm sure he even helped push out one driven by drunken idiots (who promptly got stuck again!) And even though one car stopped to offer him a ride but then sped away when he approached, I just know this didn't shake his faith in humanity – just undergrads.

Hopefully Jason will thaw out tomorrow and I can go dig him out of whatever snow bank he's curled up in.  But otherwise, I quite enjoyed being in charge of the blog for a change and can't wait to tell him how many comments my post got compared to his usual boring library school crap. 

(NP: “First Snow of the Year” – Hawksley Workman.)