We had more snow yesterday -- about 4 or 5 more inches when it was all over. We New Englanders are feeling very sympathetic to our friends over in England, who do not have the kind of equipment it takes to deal with the amount of snow they've had.
Why does winter seem endless, in a way that summer does not? Although I guess that depends on your summer (thinking of the heat in Australia).
Meanwhile, in the "endless" department, I've been waiting 2.5 weeks for my copy of:
this to arrive. From here. I felt I couldn't risk trying to get it from local bookstores that might not carry it, but apparently my ability to wait patiently has fallen victim to the otherwise instant pace of life. Sigh. Soon, I hope. And now I have to figure out how to handle my desire for this:
which features an apron of Kim's.
What are you waiting for?