In the past twenty-four hours, my fair city has had fifteen inches of snow dumped on it. There were snow days called, people left early and arrived late, and we're less than two inches away from the snowiest winter. The record: 76.1 inches, from 1978-79. And it's only the first week in February.

You would think that I would be sick of the snow by now, that I must be sick of it after today, having to shovel my car out so that I could drive home - only to get stuck getting into my parking lot at home. But no! I can't wait to see the snow tomorrow, bright and pristine and white in the sun - provided that it is sunny tomorrow. Apparently there's a chance for more flurries.

Although, I think I would be soured on this weather if I had been one of the hundreds of cars stuck for nine hours on the interstate.