I am officially through with hearing the obnoxious weather-people predicting the winter equivalent of the apocalypse. I am even more officially through with them being occasionally correct. While the last explosion of snow was predictably not as bad as predicted, its severity had the mental effect normally reserved for national disasters. Winter is supposed to end March 21, and spring is to be waiting in the wings to take over.
Business had been decent this month until yesterday, when everything froze...
I probably shouldn't complain. After all, my Tonka Toy is due back any day now (allegedly).