I love to play in the snow.

I do not, however, enjoy the pointless cold of this time in the winter. There is no fun snow, only dirty iced-up remains here and there of the four-week old snow that refused to melt when the other snow did. Now what we have is a brilliantly sunny day which deceives you indoors into thinking, "hey, look how sunny! Let's spend some time outdoors!"

However, the moment you step outdoors you're the butt of nature's practical joke. Very cold it is. One day it's in the relatively balmy fifties, the next day at the same time - the teens. And we hates the teenses, as Gollum might say.

I haven't had my coffee yet. The world alters with the ingestion of that foul pressed and dripped dilution.