It finally snowed. This is the first time since I've lived here (17 or 18 years, I can't keep track) that we had autumn weather up until January 12th. But it has now snowed, 5 or 6 inches, I think, very fluffy.
Gwen, our cat, keeps going from door to door, hoping one of them will open into summer. When that doesn't happen, she looks at us and meows. Cats always have such a knowing look. She is fully aware that it's our fault that white cold stuff is blowing into her face, and she's letting us know we're not fooling her one little bit.
Emma took her sled out to her slide, and rode down several times. The sled, already cracked from last year, didn't last long. Now she says her butt hurts so much she can hardly walk.
However, I just sent her upstairs to take her shower, and she's got Del Amitri blasting from the stereo in the bathroom. So somehow she managed to get up there and find the CD and play it. I think her butt is probably okay.
So, now that winter has started so late, I wonder if it will run over into spring. More than usual, that is.