There's Frost on the Pumpkin...

And every other damn thing

The thrill is gone. Winter, as far as I am concerned, has worn out its welcome before it officially began. Heavy wet snow, shoveling and low temps do not, for me, make a joyous environment. Most of the leaves are gone, they've dropped the water level in the river and what's left is turning to hard stuff.
A head cold has delayed an elective procedure I was going to have to day (on for Saturday if the planet does freeze to a stop), and Lady Linda has just informed me that she, too, is ill (apparently her illness trumps my cold) and that I shall have the duty of walking Sir Ansel who, singularly among us, seems to enjoy all this climatic chaos.

I'd like to leave a wake up call for May, please.

Paddle safe...

DS