Yes, that's right. Off to work I go, and I get to be outside dealing with about a foot of the stuff.
Granted, I don't have a lot of patience for the stuff to begin with, but believe me, it has been used up long ago.
What I really liked about Washington and Oregon was that if for some reason you had a yearning for snow, you could go TO it - go to Rainier, or Hood or some other volcanic peak of your choice. The white stuff just stayed up, very well-behaved and didn't infringe on one's getting around hardly at all. Here, it just comes down and fouls things up whenever it feels like it. Very ill-mannered, in my opinion.
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