One last present arrived late yesterday afternoon, in the form of Mt. St. Helens blowing her top for a while. Sure, years from now nobody will remember the exact date of this eruption or think of it as anything but part of “that string of eruptions that took place between 2004 and 20??,” but I think of it as a touching display of affection from Mother Nature nonetheless. An old chat buddy of mine sent me a pic of it, no less:

If I can’t have fireworks, I might as well have a volcanic eruption, I always say.