Fuuuuuuuuh. I can't be alone in thinking that we've already had enough snow for January. I like me some snow, but I like it parceled out, like indian dinners. Too much of either in too short a time and either your spine or your ass will be hurting.
But, anyway. It's winter, and that's what we get: snow, or the dreaded 'wintery mix,' which sounds sort of like some godawful party snack involving Rice Chex and peppermint bark.
Yesenia and I have been meeting the weather in our usual January fashion - a Star Trek marathon. Right now, we're about two-thirds of the way through Voyager's fifth season, which has been remarkably strong. And I had a moment where I felt a deep pride in Yesenia: while watching a flashback in an episode detailing the adventures of a family of scientists about a quarter-century earlier - I had to pause it and ask Yesenia what was wrong with what we were watching. She paused for a moment, and said, 'The Federation didn't know about the Borg, then!'
I do love my wife...