Let it snow.
I knew this no-snow winter* couldn’t last. 1-2 inches in the forecast, which I know is positively paltry compared to forecasts in other places.
Commence piano music and tea and curling up in a ball on the couch.
Note that I did not say “curling up in the fetal position,” which is what I will be doing emotionally.
See you in the spring, happiness!
*Yes, I know it’s not technically even winter yet. Mr. Thor loves to remind me, and I love to tell him to stop it, please.