It's the first snow of the year!

It snowed! A lot! I think we got more snow in the past 18 hours or so than we did the entire season last year.

See? This was taken at midnight last night. It has snowed more since.



Always, especially in a big snow storm like this, everyone seems to forget how to drive. Either they over-estimate their vehicle's abilities and land themselves hung-up on a snowbank or nose-first into a drift, or they completely underestimate what their car can do and spin their tires helplessly, making their situation much worse. 

It is one time of year I feel pretty smug. I can get the civic to perform in conditions that you might think might stump the little sedan. You just have to know how to easy up on the gas, give the steering wheel the right amount of freedom and guidance, and gear down or up as necessary. I doubt I would be able to get it around as well if it wasn't standard - makes a big big difference. 

Also, today, to honour the snow day, L and L invited people over for an impromptu brunch and it was wonderful. We enjoyed their new light-filled kitchen and breakfast nook, had cappucino's made with chocolate milk (well, I did), waffles with nutella, and laughter and good cheer. What a great CMU-esque day. 

All in all, an excellent start to winter. If it doesn't warm up this week (here's hoping it won't!), we may be able to go skiing next weekend - which we weren't able to do till January last year. Woot!


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