The winter of our discontent

Another El Niño storm moved through yesterday.
That would be number 12 since the first of December. But who's counting?

The first winter I spent at the 7MSN, there were no storms from December through February –
as in zero, as in not one drop of rain, not one flake of snow.
In the years since then, there have been six or seven storms each winter.

So, yeah, the weather this winter is a little unusual.

We're all taking it in stride,

though it seems everyone is wearing a permanent expression of disbelief.

I knew when I moved here that there might be days I could not get out to the highway;
I just didn't expect this many in a row.

But life will get back to normal sooner or later, and I can just picture what will happen
when all this snow and rain and mud goes away.

Oh happy day.