We had a dusting of snow last night before bed that stuck around, but nothing more added to it. Yesterday it tried to be nice weather as the sun kept fighting to come out. I won't complain though, my drive up to the airport and back to get my sister was perfect.
When we got home my Favorite Egg popped in and we all decided to start working on finding a good Chinese place. The place we found was ok, not stellar, but the ambiance sure was lacking. Let's put it this way - she sure seemed confused that we were actually going to sit down there to eat and our water was in styrofoam cups. So the quest for _the_ chinese place continues.
Before bed when I took the dogs out I was treated to quite the delight - an owl in the trees behind my house! I can't say I've ever experienced hearing an owl-sounding owl in person. I didn't see him, but I sure heard him. I was so excited. A quick search tells me there are 8 different types of owls it possibly could have been. Given the traditional hoot I can scratch barn, long-eared, short-eared, screech, and saw-whet owls off of that list. I'm hoping to catch a glimpse at some point to narrow it down on the remaining snowy, barred, or great-horned.