This weather is getting really old. The junior member of the firm invented a new word for the season we’re stuck in–wring, as in winter and spring mashed together. I like the sense of fatigue and disgust inherent in the word wring–that’s about where most of us are in northern Colorado this morning. The photo on the left is what my street looked like at 5:30 a.m., when I went out to get the newspaper. The photo on the right (below) is the view outside my home office window.
All together now: Awesome!!! The only thing wring has to recommend it is that we don’t have to shovel or plow the snow–it melts on contact with the already-warmed streets, driveways, and sidewalks.