Leapt out of bed this morning looking very much like Dawn of the Dead. Hair sticking up every which way - with a confused and harried expression. Not sure what time it is exactly - no matter. I hear the house awake which means it is high time I drag my burnt little butt down the stairs. Wednesday means I must hurry a little - I've got to get to Roo's school first thing to volunteer. Have to get the garbage out too... and tonight I have to drive really far away to go out for this thing I agreed to...

I come flying down the stairs ready to take on the day. At the base of the staircase I stop. I stare. Say it isn't so. My eyeses deceive me. A huge snow storm. I open the back door and a blast of cold air mingled with SNOW hits my face.

I hate this. This is getting silly. We've set all manner of records this year with respect to snowfall. It's MARCH. What the heck is going on?

I'm going to run away....