I have shovelled snow every day for the past three, and yesterday said aloud how much colder and snowier this winter is than last when it occurred to me that last year at this time I lived in a building where I didn’t have to clear the snow. One weekend last year, my car got buried under a six foot pile of snow that seemed to fall overnight, and then a snow plough went by, really packing it in there, but that was a one-time thing.
Oh snow. I haven’t made a snow-man this year. I probably should. I don’t think I’ve made a snow-man this decade.