Big Snow

At last, a big snow has arrived in our little corner of New England. It looks like we're at close to two feet and blowing right now, and it's still coming down. Forty eight of the fifty states have snow on the ground, and I was beginning to experience something like survivor's guilt. We like to gripe about the winter weather here, it's a birthright. We don't want to hear that someone else in the country got hit harder than we did. Now we've got this to shovel when we get home tonight. Sore backs and heart attacks. Maybe we're at our best when we're digging out.