Yes. It’s snowing here.
And more expected. :-/
I am SO not ready for winter.

I don’t mind the cold so much. And the snow is very pretty–if I could just sit inside and look out the window occasionally. And it doesn’t help that the snowplow departments here believe that everyone works 9 to 5, so if you’re outside that cycle, good luck on the roads.
So, I think I’m ready for the good life now.
Villa in the south of France. Beach house in Belize. Lucrative contracts. Fuzzy slippers. Big lottery win. Lost inheritance found. Bon-bons. At least one hot cabana boy for freezing winter nights. And a huge bay window, facing right toward the back, with a big, soft cushion, a stack of books, pad and pen at the ready—and a lovely view of the falling snow.
Sigh…