More snow. More than I've seen in decades, cumulatively speaking. Be it in New Hampshire or Maine or, now, western Massachusetts, this has been one white winter. The walk is shoveled, and will be again as needed. The passing plow makes that necessary every so often, and one endures the truth of it. It is the nature of New England and New Englanders.
And, no, we don't think the Pats are "invincible!" Not with an ancient and aging linebacking corp that has prepared us for the possibility they'll give up a score at anytime and everytime. Pretty much boils down to whether theirs can stop our guy behind center. So far they haven't.
My work is part time for now and I've been kicking the can a little as I unpack and wash clothes that haven't seen the light of day in weeks.
Given my friends and family, I realize I'm a lucky man. I just don't know what to do with it.