More than 18" of snow with drifts half again that high; wicked wind chill; it’s still falling; legs and hips already aching just thinking about the shoveling that’ll have to take place once it stops tomorrow: just needed something hot, dark, cheap, and no-nonsense. Sometimes it’s just too cold to be subtle.
Good luck with the shoveling. It’s coming our way tomorrow. I’m hoping for the best and am happy to be locked in with all my teas and kitties.