If you live in the northeast, you are likely sick of snow and ice and slush and muck. I know I am. Last week, when the ice storm hit on Thursday night and Friday morning, my daughter was practically in tears asking when it would be spring. Today she informed it IS spring but it's not acting like it, and when will God want it to be warm again?

I have my own term for it.

The Northeast is hereby renamed Blackwood, the land of eternal winter.

Ok, so its an in-joke and only a few of you out there get it. But I bet there's at least one person laughing. (And someday Artifacts of Winter WILL become a novel!)