I almost thought I'd never see snow again. Here we are--the third week in January--and nothing but a few lazy flakes that dissolved before they hit the ground. But here's the real thing. I hope it's there when I wake up in the morning. I won't be able to go to the gym--or anywhere--but as I leap, not with enthusiasm, onto my cross trainer while Barry Manilow Coca-Cabanas, or Blondie Heart-of-Glasses, I'll enjoy the sight of the snow.
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