Green Christmas, white February ... Whatever.

I don't feel like part of a bigger picture a lot, so when you're sitting in a bar, waiting for the snow to start and everyone's really, physically creating this buzz about the weather, watching The Weather Channel and listening to a "cover band" do Simon and Garfunkel and Neil Simon, it's almost reassuring. Look, everyone else is talking about the snow, too. Aw.

Then you get to wake up and plow your way through the foot of snow in the driveway, just like the rest of the neighborhood.

Kind of makes you want to stop, wipe a tear from your eye and sing the national anthem.

Or, curse at Mother Nature and her unfailing ability to give me exactly what I want three months too late.