When I awoke this morning and saw six or seven inches of snow already on the ground outside the Port-Swiller residence, my first thought was, “That’s enough, thank you.  You can stop now.”

No such luck, I’m afraid – it’s been bucketing down ever since and the latest forecasts peg the total accumulation at something close to two feet.   My back is already aching in anticipation of the prospect of having to dig out of it.

But never mind.  In the meantime, we’re stocked up on foodstuffs, adult beverages and firewood, so it won’t be all bad.