I realize that complaining about the weather does absolutely no good – I live in Rochester, so snow is a fact of life for a good portion of the year. But this is getting ridiculous! The snow out on the deck is at least 2 feet deep. The deck is fairly sheltered from the wind, so we’re not talking snow drifts. How much does snow weigh, anyway? I wonder if I should start worrying that the deck will collapse…
Molly is rather indifferent about the snow. I think she’s got cabin fever, because she keeps asking to go out even when she doesn’t really need to. I wonder if she’s hoping that if she keeps going out, sooner or later it will be warm out there. I do feel badly, but it’s much too cold to walk them, plus there’s no shoulder anymore (in fact the road gets narrower every day) so it would be very dangerous. Murphy, on the other hand, literally bounds through snow that’s deeper than his legs are long. He digs in it, sticks his whole face in it, and loves to play any sort of snow game you can come up with – especially snowball catch. (Well, Molly likes that game too!)
I’m just ready for winter to end. That groundhog had better not see his shadow Monday morning or…or…or else!