I am likening this winter to a stretch in solitary
confinement. I think the entire state is ready to move.
- We've begun to talk to the snowflakes - oh no you don't, blow on outta here.
- We've begun to talk to the snowplows - please, please don't plow in my driveway.
- We've begun to talk to the big weather guru in the sky - cut us some slack here.
- We are no longer talking to The Weather Channel, because naming winter snowstorms is just silly.
- We are no longer making a run to the store before the storm because who can keep up?
- And we've stopped talking to the family, because well, love ya but time for a little separation.
Winter, I know you too well.
Spring... I'm waiting in anticipation.
