The freezing drizzle stopped sometime this a.m., but the temperature never did get above the freezing mark … as far as I know, anyway. Heck, it might’ve gotten above freezing, but I ventured outside only once from work, at mid-afternoon, so who knows, really?

All I know is, it’s 27 degrees right now. And outside, all surfaces have a thick layer of ice on them, which makes walking extremely hazardous (as if it weren’t slightly dangerous, in general, already).

I love snow — when it’s falling, when it stops and the sun shines on it, when it’s not so deep that I can’t drive through it — and then, after a brief period, I’m ready for it to be gone.

I’m no fan of ice whatsoever. I mean, I don’t play hockey, nor do I ice skate, so … what’s the point?

I hate to wish my life away, but I do long for spring.