Nothing fills one with joy more than the notion of seven months of winter, especially when our summer was only two and a half months long. This is our backyard as of, oh, about ten minutes ago. Sure, this isn’t going to accumulate but snow in October is never a good sign.
The cats are extremely displeased. I woke up at 5:30 this morning, the ADHD monsters rolling around in my brain like a Panzer division. There would be no going back to sleep so I got up. All of the cats wanted out because they were so very frustrated by yesterday’s wind and mist. They were not expecting temperatures in the mid-20s. The dog went out as well but he spent maybe five minutes out there, getting all of his business done. Sneakers and Sansa lasted about twenty before they cashed their chips in and huddled at the sliding glass door. Arya and Daniel, the hard cores, lasted forty-five. Since then, those two have been in and out a couple times, more aghast with each reentry into the house. My sympathy is limited at this point.
If the snow is a depressing thought, grasp this notion. Soon we will be hearing the feared phrase (XX more shopping days until Christmas)!