Funny sort of winter we’ve had so far this year, bug.  Usually it’s snowed by Halloween, and by November it’s cold as hell and we’re scraping ice off of everything.  I’m not complaining mind you.  I love the winters here.  I love the way the city lights reflect off the snow on the ground, only to rebound from the low hanging clouds and be magnified once again by carpet of fresh snow.  The nights seem candlelit, everything somehow softer and orange-y.
This season has been very very different however, and this …