Snow in My Socks

One thing about driving to work at 5 a.m., no one had to fall vicitm to my slip-sliding around Prospect Hill. Ah, the exhilleration of pressure on the breaks and the ABS vibrating up your leg while the vehicle continues to move forward. Almost missed it.

That and snow in my socks while pushing snow off my windshield.

Happy Spring! Honestly, though, having 50-plus-degree weather just a few days ago sure did make this short dance with Winter a little sweeter. Like a familiar friend visiting breifly. Then I'll hang him on my laundry rack to dry. No regrets. I'm ready for tulips.