I have a love/hate relationship with winter. Really, though, I think the 'hate' part of that is just bemoaning that it isn't summer and that I finally have to admit that the nice weather is gone for another 5-6 months. There was a nice stretch a week or so ago with temperatures in the 60s. It was all but forgotten last night when the flakes were flying. I was at work and spent much time sulking about the four-inch-thick blanket of snow that built up over the course of the evening. That all changed when I went out at the end of the night. I really don't mind it at all...not even brushing my car off then turning on the windshield wipers, only to have one blade fall right off! (it snapped right back on, but it was a little surprising, to say the least.) Winter's here, I might as well make the best of it. After all, it's not going anywhere for a while.