Erin Miller

I am about to go watch my roommate perform as a pit trombonist during a dance performance at Julliard (Did I mention he scored me a pair of twenty dollar tickets for free?) I like New York City for lots of things like this, but I do wish that the city was located closer to the equator. Why did eight million people decide to settle here? Why not Florida? Today I had my first experience with “Wintry Mix.” I find that new places I live often come with their own unique types of weather. My region in Honduras was occasionally predicted to be “Smoky” and to my immense amusement, on those days, the weather could really only be accurately described as “smoky.” Farmers burnt their fields during certain periods in order to clear them for the next planting season, which caused the weather to become smoky, and Dan to remark that the whole country smelled like a campfire. The only words I have found so far to describe “Wintry Mix” are ice-rain, and it is much less amusing to me than “Smoky.” Spot says that I still need to take her for a walk; though I have no idea how to even go about preparing for that kind of adventure.
Here is the picture from the forecast:

Precip: 100%
Snow this morning will give way to a mixture of snow and sleet this afternoon. Some rain may mix in late.