There is another powdered-sugar-fine snow falling outside my window right now. I’m wondering, on this 20th-or-so day of Oh My Scarves and Mittens conditions, just how do you residents of the frosty Northern climes do this every winter? You must be bred of hardier stock than I. My nose is runny, my toes are cold, and I am so hoping that tomorrow’s forecasted 45-degree high makes an appearance.
Updated to add: And now I have a cold, which means I will be even grumpier. Dagnabbit.