More Winter

 

By the time hellhounds and I have walked home tonight I'll have spent nearly three hours traipsing around in the snow and the skin-peeling cold.*  Life as a pedestrian.  Give me my howdah.**  It hasn't snowed any more, although both the meteorologists and the sky keep threatening otherwise.  The latter keeps dropping the occasional snowflake just to watch whoever it lands on jump.  Aaaugh.  That cold fluffy white stuff—it's happening again.

            And I keep putting my coat back on and g...