OK, enough with the snow

Our loyal reader will no doubt recall my early winter enthusiasm for the snow. There were hill-bombing adventures, late-night reservoir jaunts, and lots of fun falls. And I should be thankful for the snow this morning, since it gave me a reprieve from packing lunches, ironing a shirt, preparing a hurried breakfast, and all the other tasks attendant on getting a family of four out the door on a Monday morning. But you know what? I had a lot of time in the car this weekend, with family social calls to Cromwell on Saturday and Stamford on Sunday, and I was looking forward to my two-and-a-half-mile jaunt to work on the bike. Also, March is the part of winter when snow becomes charmless. That is all.