Ou sont les neiges d'aujourd'hui?

So the last time we met here, three days ago, I was sighing pensively over the melting, muddy, soot-blackened remnants of two big blizzards. I mentioned how it's sort of nice to see the world transformed by a newly fallen snow, and how the melting snow sets you up for spring to burst forth and so on, but the interim with the messy, gloppy snow is kind of depressing in an Ozymandian way—the once-mighty snow now pathetically humbled, like that.

Well, that's no longer a problem. We're looking, literally, at another eight inches or so. No more bare patches, no more muddy bits or exhaust-blackened bits or anything like that. And I want to say to all my friends around here that you cannot make it snow by writing a blog post. That's magical thinking. Blame global warming, El Nino, the weather gods, the fates, whatever. Don't blame me.