Sigh... I know I live in the "Great White North" and all, and usually I like a nice snowfall, but golly am I ever tired of snow. My arms are still sore from yesterday's shovel-out, and it's coming down like gangbusters. The snow that until yesterday was piled as high as the seat of my backyard swing has now nearly buried it. Only the tops of the seat cushions and the awning are visible. I could do without another flake of snow until Christmas Eve. Thanks for letting me whine. It's such a small thing to be worrying about when there are so many other, bigger things...but for some reason, today this is the thing that's getting to me.