Wow - I think this was the longest we've gone without having any snowfall. Doesn't look like it's going to last, but hooray for snow anyway!
Now I can finally begin to read In Search of Lost Time, which for some insane reason I can no longer remember I insisted can only be started during a snowfall. I kind of feel the same way about Charles Dickens - they both feel like the types of books you want to curl up with on a cold night.
And if that doesn't place me firmly in the Sautrday Evening Post/Dork Class of 2007, I don't know what does.