If I were really arty I'd have a clever caption about how I feel like this feather trapped in winter. But I'm not.
No one is happy about this forecast. At all.
So I propose that the rest of the winter be brought to you by the letter "S:"
Today will be spent by the fire sulking and eating Oreos. Mostly I will be working on my sloth altho there will be periods of standing by the window looking out in despair, shaking my fist at the weather guy, and finally accepting that I'll be trapped in the house until the end of February.
Anybody else stuck in the winter doldrums? How are you coping? Oreos anyone?