and I don't mean the occasional fluffy bit that drops lazily out of the sky to gently kiss the earth just before it melts into nothingness. I mean wind howling whiteout through which you can't see a mile down the road and piles of drifts to trudge through.
So. Very. Gross.
I wanted to crawl back into bed, in fact I tried but I just couldn't stay there, so I dragged myself out here to my office and I'm trying to work in spite of the sad sad sounds of confused Canadian geese trying to find south, and the sight of the green leaves on the trees wilting and curling up in a vain attempt to stay warm.