I hate snow.   I don’t think that’s news to anyone.   I hate snow mostly because of my driveway, but I also hate being cold.   It makes me ache, makes me hurt, I just don’t see much of anything worthwhile in it.   

My dog, however, loves this shit.   He wants to stay on the porch, he wants the front door open, he wants to go roll in it and come in wet, and then do the same five minutes later.  It’s not fun after the first time.   

My shoulders hurt.  My back hurts.  I’m a pile of woe. A pile of woe who’s trying to remind myself that every breath brings me closer to Spring.   Just get me through this latest storm and let me keep my sanity.