The Miller Report 1-8-2026 ❄️
Miller's Mysteries Blog
Greetings and Welcome!
Welcome to Miller’s Mysteries Blog, where the air is cold, the coffee is hot, and the cats have claimed every sunny window. 
Nyx
Outside, winter activities are in full swing, including shoveling, slipping, and pretending it’s “not that bad.” The neighbor’s goats stop by regularly, staring in like they’re reviewing the plot. We’re counting the days until outings to AMC Movies, local restaurants, and festive shopping trips. Until then, the blog is open and the welcome mat is metaphorically shoveled.
• Across my Desk!!
The flood explains why hard-shelled marine creatures dominate the fossil record.
Forgive People in your life, even those who are not sorry for their actions. Holding onto anger only hurts you not them.
2026 New Year’s Resolution:
Make this the year we defund Planned Parenthood.
Permanently.
Breaking: NASA confirms FM radio signal is coming from Jupiter's largest moon, Europa. It's playing WRCH lite 100.5 FM. A little earthquake this morning near Moodus, Ct.
Trade School!!
https://www.facebook.com/reel/1754548351898192
God's signature 10-5-6-5 => YHWH on DNA 'bridges'
https://www.facebook.com/reel/1898347667558371
• Math of the Week
1 Ice Skating Distance (Algebra)
Michele and Bob are ice skating on a frozen pond. Michele skates at an average speed of 12 miles per hour, while Bob skates at 10 miles per hour. If Michele skates for 25 minutes and Bob skates for 30 minutes, how many more miles does Michele skate than Bob?
2 Snowshoe Trail Loop (Geometry – Circles)
During a January hike, Michele and Bob snowshoe around a circular trail with a radius of 0.4 miles. Michele completes 3 full loops while Bob completes 2 full loops. What is the total distance they travel together, rounded to the nearest tenth of a mile?
3 Hot Cocoa Break (Systems of Equations)
After sledding, Michele buys 2 cups of hot cocoa and 1 cookie for $7.50, while Bob buys 3 cups of hot cocoa and 2 cookies for $12.00. Assuming the prices are constant, how much does one cup of hot cocoa cost and how much does one cookie cost?
4 Snowman Shadows (Trigonometry)
On a sunny January afternoon, Michele measures the shadow of a snowman to be 6 feet long. At the same time, Bob stands nearby and casts a 4-foot shadow while being 5.5 feet tall. Assuming the sun’s rays hit both at the same angle, how tall is the snowman?
5 Winter Cabin Heating (Rates and Proportions)
Michele and Bob are staying in a cabin during a January cold snap. The wood stove raises the cabin temperature by 3°F every 15 minutes. If the cabin starts at 52°F and they want it to reach 70°F, how long will it take for the stove to warm the cabin?
• Now, This Week's Exciting Story
Push that Snow
The snow started innocently enough, the kind that looks polite on the weather radar, but by noon, it had become the kind of storm that makes meteorologists sound apologetic. By the time the plows gave up, and the wind began sculpting snowdrifts into abstract art, neighbors Frank Donnelly and Pete Russo stood at the ends of their adjoining driveways, snowblowers idling like dueling dragons. Someone—no one ever admitted who—suggested a friendly contest: first driveway cleared wins bragging rights, the loser provides chili and cornbread for the block.
The machines roared to life, sending plumes of snow arcing dramatically into the air, some of it landing squarely on spectators who had emerged from their houses wearing parkas, pajama pants, and looks of deep curiosity. Children took sides, adults placed mock bets, and Mrs. Kowalski livestreamed the whole thing while shouting weather updates that no one had asked for. Every gust of wind reset the playing field, undoing minutes of hard work and making the duel feel increasingly personal.
Frank’s snowblower clogged. Pete’s stalled. Both men accused the snow of cheating.
After forty-five exhausting minutes, Pete’s driveway was technically clearer by a margin so small it required three witnesses and a measuring shovel. Frank raised his arms in theatrical defeat, shouting that chili builds character and cornbread teaches humility. The crowd erupted in applause, then immediately began discussing spice levels.
Inside Frank’s house, the power flickered like it was thinking things over, forcing emergency measures into action. The chili was transferred to every insulated container the house owned—slow cooker, thermos, stockpot wrapped in towels, and one suspiciously clean cooler. When the lights went out entirely, candles were lit, cornbread was sliced by flashlight, and the chili was declared “perfectly warm enough.”
Neighbors crowded into the living room, bowls steaming, laughter bouncing off the walls as the storm raged outside. The duel was already becoming legend, the chili was surprisingly excellent, and no one remembered who technically won—only that everyone hoped it would snow again next year.
Just as Frank was accepting compliments on his chili like a humbled champion, a low, diesel growl rolled down the street. Conversations stopped mid-sentence, spoons froze halfway to mouths, and every head turned as the town plow lumbered past like a careless god, dumping a fresh wall of snow directly across both driveways. The driver gave a casual wave, the kind that said not my problem, and disappeared into the whiteout.
Pete squinted through the window. “Tell me that did not just happen.”
Frank sighed. “Congratulations, Pete. Round Two has been officially sponsored by the Department of Public Works.”
Back outside they went, boots crunching, engines coughing back to life as the crowd followed like it was halftime at the Super Bowl. “I hope you stretched,” Pete yelled over the wind, “because I’m about to embarrass you on your own property.”
Frank smirked. “Buddy, you couldn’t embarrass me if you tried. Your snowblower sounds like it’s begging for mercy.”
The machines roared again, snow flying in wild directions as the plow pile proved denser, wetter, and meaner than anything before it. Pete’s chute aimed directly at Frank this time. “Oops,” Pete shouted, not sounding sorry at all.
Frank wiped snow off his beard. “You do that again, and I’m adding ghost peppers to the chili.”
Spectators howled, kids, chanting like it was a prize fight, while Mrs. Kowalski provided commentary that included phrases like “absolutely reckless” and “I’ve seen cleaner fights at bingo night.” The wind stole half the cleared snow and dumped it right back, prompting Frank to yell, “I’m fighting WEATHER and incompetence now!”
Pete shot back, “Weather’s neutral—your technique isn’t!”
After another brutal twenty minutes, both driveways were technically passable, morale was questionable, and the snowblowers were overheating like they’d had enough of everyone’s nonsense. Frank shut his machine down first and raised his hands. “That’s it. I concede. Again. For peace. For chili.”
Pete nodded solemnly. “A wise choice. Also, you’re buying extra cornbread.”
They stomped back inside, red-faced and laughing, just as the lights flickered ominously once more. Someone muttered, “If the power goes out again, we’re eating chili by memory,” and no one disagreed. Outside, the snow kept falling—but inside, the legend of the Great Snowblower Rematch grew louder with every bowl.
The power finally gave up with a soft click, plunging the house into candlelight and dramatic groaning. Frank lifted his bowl and declared, “Well, folks, this chili has survived two duels, a plow ambush, and the electrical grid—if it goes cold now, that’s between it and God.” Pete clinked his spoon against Frank’s bowl and said, “I still won, by the way,” which earned him a chorus of boos and one thrown cornbread crumb.
As the storm eased and the wind settled into a tired sigh, neighbors began pulling on coats and making their way home, still laughing and arguing about who actually won. The driveways were half-buried again, the snowblowers rested like exhausted warhorses, and no one cared enough to restart them. Someone shouted, “Same time next storm?” and the answer came back instantly: “Only if Frank’s cooking.”
By morning, the snow had stopped, the plows returned—this time mercifully—and the street looked almost peaceful. Frank and Pete waved at each other over their fences, sore, tired, and grinning like old rivals who’d secretly had a great time. The duel was over, the chili was gone, and the neighborhood had gained a new winter tradition—one they’d be telling, with increasing exaggeration, for years to come.
===========SHADOW
A vibrant town once filled with laughter now stands eerily still, as if suffocated by an unseen force. Those who dare to enter report seeing residents frozen in place, staring at the sky in unison, mouths agape in eternal screams. The only sounds come from the chilling hum of alien crafts above, casting shadows that swallow the daylight. As outsiders begin to feel the pull of the silent town, they realize it’s not merely a dead town—they are witnessing the results of an invasion they never saw coming.
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============SPACE TALES 2
An undercurrent of existential exploration flows through the anthology; characters often seek purpose and meaning amid the endless cosmos. Through their adventures, readers are encouraged to ponder weighty philosophical questions such as: What gives life significance? How do we connect with something larger than ourselves? In probing these themes, the anthology pushes us to engage with our own quests for meaning, urging self-discovery through reflection on our place in the universe.
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============Special Dark
From stone walls to stormy skies, every clue Jack uncovers leads deeper into a web of love, lies, and luminous secrets.
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• Thank you for stopping by!
I’m grateful you dropped in, especially on a day when winter roads ask for patience. Sometimes all we really need is hot black coffee ☕ and a quiet pause. The firepit keeps the darkness honest and the cold at bay. Hot soup simmers, filling the space with something like hope. Thanks for visiting—may the road ahead be gentle.
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Until next Thursday,
Happy December!!!
Joe Miller ❄️🌲️
• Quick question
If your car slides into a snowbank on Route 10, do you blame physics or the town plow schedule? And why does the snowbank always win?
• weather forecast
Southington will see snow flurries mixed with existential dread this weekend 🌨️😬. NASA reports a mysterious signal from deep space, while Earth responds with black ice. Boots recommended; telescopes optional.
• January 8, 2026 Birth Chart: ♑✨
Born under Capricorn with peak winter energy, you’re practical, determined, and somehow still surprised when the coffee freezes on the way to the car ☕❄️. Saturn gives you discipline, ambition, and the mysterious ability to look busy while thinking about snacks 🪐😄.
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