Winter was more fun when I was younger, when there were snowball fights and sledding and warming up with a big mug of hot chocolate. It's not so fun as an adult, having to dig/push my car out (twice) and shovel the walk for the first time in at least ten years, though I did feel a certain sense of accomplishment at seeing my sidewalk clean.

I was pretty proud of myself last night, having made it from Iowa City to our printing press and all the way home in the snow (on eerily empty streets) without incident. Until I pulled into my alley, and promptly got stuck. (At 1 a.m.) After a few minutes (okay, maybe 20) of fruitless attempts to dig myself out, I walked up the street until I came across some kind neighbors who helped me out (they were thanked with a big jar of cocoa this morning). If only I hadn't parked in the street and had my car buried by a snow plow overnight..

Still, winter gives me an excuse to wear legwarmers and cozy sweaters and sit around drinking hot chocolate by the gallon, and in the mornings my kitchen window is beautifully, perfectly frosted.