Another 10 inches. In March.
Monday we awoke to another dumping of snow, and it continued to snow all the live long day. This is Connecticut, people. This is not North Dakota.
Our neighbor Ron -- he of the green 2-family house -- was out there shoveling the street. Mistah Schleckah, more modestly, but just as crucially, shoveled paths for us to get in and out of our house and in and out of our Westy.
But really, what can one say? How much more can one talk about the absurdity of the snowiest, coldest, winteriest winter since . . . well, since Bill and I took off 8 years ago? This is our first New England winter in 8 years. And it's this winter. And I know, Jacquie, I know. But here we are. And here it is.