it's like that one movie. you know, the one about climate change in which the northern half of the u.s. becomes a frozen wasteland...

Last night when I woke up in the wee hours to feed E, I could hear geese flying overhead, migrating south, presumably. I don't recall hearing of geese flying south at 3 a.m. before. Have they changed their migratory patterns to elude air traffic or are they just in a hurry? Perhaps it's all a lot more bleak than that and, in a mere 72 hours, my home will be buried under 100 feet of ice and snow.