In what seems like an entirely unprecedented occurrence, DC got this winter’s third snowfall last night. I mean, maybe it’s happened before, but I honestly can’t recall a winter in the time that I’ve lived here that we have had real, measurable snow — not a dusting or the dreaded wintry mix — more than once or twice over the course of the winter. And now it’s happened three times in just over a month, soon to be four, if the forecast is to be believed.
Enough already. If I wanted to shovel, I’d have stayed in New York.