We are about 3 inches away from breaking the snowfall record set back in the 50s. At this point, although I am desperate for spring, I hope we receive one last dump so that this horrendously long and deep winter will be worth it (WINNING RECORD OF ALL TIME, Y'ALL). I'm not sure if the poor moose agree—they're sick of hanging out in our backyard, where the snow is less deep than back in the mountains, but where they have to listen to Daisy barking at them through the window. Okay, okay. The moose couldn't care less, but *I* am sick of them hanging out in our backyard. Shut UP, Daisy!
Dinner last night: warm chicken salad sandwiches, clam chowder