We received a post-Christmas, pre-My-Best-Friend’s-Wedding miracle of several inches of snow. This was paired with the miracle of my voice functioning sufficiently to allow me to sing (pretty darn well, too!) at the ceremony, despite my muteness the day before. But now the snow is all gone. Seriously. There is NO snow, anywhere, that I can see. It’s been raining for two days. Everything looks craptastic. What is with this friggin’ weather? I’d be digging myself out from under snow if I were in Vancouver. ???!! WTF??!! Vancouverites don’t want my snow!! They live out there to avoid my snow, not to swipe it from me. I’m sure they would happily trade with me.
Boo. Fugly winter. And it’s damp, all the time, which is just chilling. Cold and damp and snowless and muddy. Boo.
Oh, yeah, and I’ve been knitting. I have one quasi-Fetching finished for the Father’s Wife, and half of one Knuck for the Father. I’ll whip them up today, and blog ’em.