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Matt came home from his tractor repair session with chills and fever. Guess I infected him despite efforts not to. He's working from home today and will be able to receive Mr. Barnes, the hay elevator repair man, and babysit the little pisser known as Billy Goat. Fierce wind and rain has washed away most of the snow, to the dismay of all the snowmobilers in these parts. Temps over 50 F., flip-flop weather in Central New York. No bunny mittens required today. More snow will certainly come soon but their "base" is gone. The Tug Hill plateau, just to the north of me, is the snowmobile capital of the Northeast. Snug and warm in the classroom with the big windows as we watch nature's Imax theatre going on outside, with giant trees swaying in the wind and huge cloud formations racing by.