Think of yelling 'no!' in a blood curdling scream and you'll understand...

Doesn't it seem like the snowiest week? Washington and the mid-atlantic coast gets hit with 2 feet of snow, while those of us here in the frozen north are getting stuck with 8-10 inches of our own.

I miss seeing the curb. I know there is one in front of my yard someplace, about three feet down and covered over by layers of ice and snow. I mean, it's not about seeing the curb necessarily; but knowing that its there is like being told there's a lost civilization beneath your home or something. Sure, you know there are sewers and pipes beneath the city streets and lawns, but you don't plan on finding a subterrainean complex complete with artifacts, traps, ancient runes and a man with a Fedora cap.

Wow... so that's what cabin fever feels like.

Maybe I'll take the ol' yardstick into the backyard and try to figure out just how deep the snow really is this year. There are two old compost bins (trash containers) by the shed that I swear are buried up to the lids with snow.

Oh well. Only two months until spring.



UPDATE: I am told that the city of Minneapolis has declared a snow emergency through April. (Yeah, April!) Supposedly it's because the roads are so narrow now that they can't find the curbs anymore. I'll have to keep that in mind if I visit my buddy's place anytime between now and then.