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It is a bottomless-mug-of-tea day. It is also tantrum day for The BoyChild. Who is crying and banging his head on the floor because I wouldn't let him play with the coffee pot.

My back yard looks like a photo of early spring in the Arctic--clumps withered yellow grass rimmed with frost, between nearly frozen puddles of rain and snowmelt, with more snow coming down. Blech.

I hope this storm doesn't hurt a couple of the almost-hardy things in the garden. Both were ok last week when it was warm, but their snowcover is gone and they're exposed to the weather. **crosses fingers**

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I felt all virtuous about shoveling a path for By for when he got home, until I dashed out with a bag of trash, and found my path filled in with an inch of snow.

We have had rain, mixed rain and sleet, mixed sleet and snow, snow, and mixed rain and sleet and snow, all today, inches of everything, and I'm quite sick of winter.