...I have 50 expletives for it.
It's still coming down, even though there is nowhere left to put it, and we're not even officially out of Autumn yet. An embarrassment of riches.
Yesterday afternoon, the forecast for the coming week was quite benign, promising milder temperatures (around zero) and a few centimetres of snow here and there. The next time I checked, a big, red banner up at the top of the screen said something like HAHAHAHAHA too bad for YOU, you complacent FOOL. Snow squalls are imminent. Have fun with that. At least that's how I read it.
* I know that Eskimo is not the politically correct term, but at this point I am really beyond caring. If you want to come and picket my house about it, bring a shovel.


