On my walk with Spike on Saturday morning, I couldn't help but smile. It was warm (in the forties) and sunny. The forecast was for a warmer Sunday, with temperatures for the next several days in the mid- to high thirties. I thought we'd get to retire the Fido fleece, and that all the snow would finally melt away.
Later that night, my mother told me that a few inches of snow were predicted for today. That prediction was off; it snowed all day--five-and-a-half inches worth.
We've got six more weeks of winter. It's going to be tough. Too bad my attitude isn't this good.