What may have started as something that was visually beautiful, has turned into something incredulous.  And it just keeps coming.

This was pretty.  At first.

Then it got serious.

Same table now buried.

My kids did snow diving off the deck into the massive drifts.

This blows.

Something’s wrong when the buzz around town is about the roof rake.

OK that last one is actually from the 1949 blizzard, but this is what I feel like.  Like it will never end and there’s no way out.

When it’s warmer in Moscow and Antarctica, something is out of kilter big time.  It’s like we blew right by global warming and straight into the next Ice Age.

I’d like to wear real shoes again instead of boots and a coat that doesn’t make me look like the abominable snowman. And not have to deal with a whiteout while driving home from work.  And I’m so over the giddiness of the weathermen who revel in talking about a forecast that includes words like “25 below wind chill”.

I get through each day of this deep freeze by telling myself over and over again that it’s one day closer to spring.  Bring on the sun!