Red sky at the morning. . .

Sailors take warning.
As you can see, the snow has pretty much burned off, it's still sticking to the north side of rooftops, but there's not a lot of cheer in the next few days with more cold air coming in from the Dakotas.
Vikings had a nice win last night, a see-saw affair that occasionally reminded us of the good old days when they won more than they lost.

Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,

Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,

Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,

Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”

Wm. Shakespeare