It will be the middle of winter next week. I'm really starting to get sick of the season. I'm looking longingly at the garden wanting to go out there and plant something. I see the grass semi-brown and I want to get out there and water it. I hate seeing my trees without leaves. It made it into the upper 50's last weekend and I was able to enjoy the sunshine on the upper patio while wearing just a sweatshirt, but it wasn't the same as sitting up there in the summer. It's just a blah time of the year. Even work is slow since we're all just sitting back waiting for the snowpack to develop. Perhaps that's another reason why I'm bored. It would be nice to get some storm action as well. All we are getting is cold. *hrumf* Bear is getting cabin fever.