And It Is Indeed . . .

  

Proof?

Outside That Old House, it is 25 degrees.

Inside That Old House, where it is a balmy 67 degrees,

I am mainlining cold medicines and hot tea,

and going through mounds of cheap tissues.

I had a post planned for today, but malware struck my desktop computer again,

and it took me hours to clear it and return to being online.

So now, I'm ready to slip a little medicinal Yukon Jack

into my medicinal orange juice, and call it a day. 

Yes, the "forever" tree is still up and decorated in the parlor.  But the fresh greens are gone from the mantle; they were so dry they cracked as we put them in bags for disposing.  The mantle is de-glitzed, but I am not ready to give up red yet.

 In checking our weather forecast, I see that both the South and the Midwest,

having decided that Misery Loves Company,

are sending their latest snowstorms to the Northeast.  

Come tomorrow night, we'll have snow coming at us from two directions.

6 to 12 inches' worth.

That's not playing fair, guys.  I think that's called bullying.

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Ah well, as I said before, it is Winter.

And we've got a roof over our heads, relatively snug walls, a fireplace if we get too chilly,

some food in the cupboards, candles we can light, books to read, and a dog to snuggle.

 Bring it on.

 See you tomorrow, my friends!  Stay warm and dry if you are in the path of nasty weather. -- Cass