Winter is a series of milestones, like a drunk walking home, lurching from parking meter to lamppost. I’m already seeing pitchers-and-catchers-report numbers here and there. In one month, I’ll start noticing that the days are in fact growing longer. Then snowstorms will give way to freezing rain, then the first false hope of an early spring, then spring itself. -- Nancy Nall
We caught a lucky break that the snow melted over Christmas break and hasn't returned...yet. That may change next week. My mom earned another trip to the hospital because she had pneumonia. So she got to spend the holidays in the ICU and is not sitting with an oxygen tank in our home.