The Long March

I woke up Sunday afternoon to find the trampoline covered in hail and an entire keg of local Rogue beer sitting in the backyard. What had happened? Whatever strange meteorological-sociological events inexorably intersected that Sunday afternoon, it's nothing compared to what occurred Sunday night. While I went to bed early to very responsibly get a full night's sleep, the rest of the house rushed out the front door with a box of spray chalk and handful of stencils.

I awoke Monday morning to no hail, but instead this: