The Queen of the Northwest lies under six inches of snow this morning, with overnight wind chills dipping into single digits (Fahrenheit) and dry, drifting snow blowing about while roads froze. Seattleites know only one way to deal with snow -- to freak out, talk about nothing else (like me, here) and abandon their cars by the side of the road. Fortunately, I live in the city and don't have to go anywhere, so I'm cool with it (pun intended). In fact, I love it. I grew up snow-deprived in Arizona, so every flake of falling snow is like a gift of heaven for me, a promised chit of recompense for the deprivation of my snowman-less, sledding-less childhood. Yay!
No real news on the book front: a couple of form rejections wending their way in over the last week, that's all.
How's the weather where you are? And what are your feelings about snow?