Sick of the snow

Another storm, another 7 inches of snow (and it's still coming down). Dave has been out to shovel four times since I got home at 3:30. This winter has been beyond crazy with snow. At least it's February 22 and it won't last for three or four months. We hope.

My mother, in southern Maine, still has thee feet of snow in her front yard and says that as of the last storm, they'd had 90 inches of snow this winter. Enough is enough, I say.

Soon enough, though, we'll probably be bitching about the heat and humidity. You can't win. Maybe it's time to move to San Diego.

The grill (under cover) on the deck.