With 48 Hours From Hell

blowing in, the ghastly jaws of hell open at left (of the stage):

Mephistopheles:
"With tusks agape, the arching gullet breathes
A raging cataract of flame eternal.
See in the distance fumes and breathes
The citadel of flame in blaze infernal.
Up to the fangs the scarlet flood tide rages,
A few of the dammed swim up on rescue bent,
The vast Hyena mauls them and engorges,
And they resume their anguished hot descent.
The corners too are worth exploring,
Brim full of greatest horrors in least space confined.
Try as you might to terrify the sinful, they count it fraud and figment of the mind.

To the fat devils (with the long straight horns):
You, paunchy rascals , with your cheeks all burning
Who stuffed with hellish sulfur fairly glow.
You clumsy cloddish bull necks never turning,
You search for glint of phosphor there below.
There goes the little soul, winged psyche, land her,
And pluck the wings, it leaves a sordid worm.
And with my stamp of lordship I will brand her,
And off with her in whirling fiery storm..."

As they say about hell, at least you'll be warm. We are hoping things the next two days will be a little warmer then they are predicting. The above is from Faust Part II.

Training: The horses have been off due to weather since 12/23.