Ohio did what Ohio does.
Snow piled up.
12.3” to be exact.
I learned what a snow squall is.
My neck learned regret.
My toes are still frozen.
And now, I’m clocking out.
Next week is sun.
Warm water.
No shovel.
All inclusive.
There will be no Cooke’s Table or Table Talk next week.
I’m taking the break properly.