Let Them Eat Snow

It's cold here today. Really cold. The kind of cold that causes your nostril hairs to freeze up the moment you walk outside and dare to breathe.

Or, as one of my favorite local bloggers wrote this morning:

At present it is five below; it has actually gotten colder as the day goes on, which can only mean that the sun is beginning to shut down, and will gutter out by 1 PM, leaving the planet to freeze. Once the enormity of the situation is generally known, civilization should collapse, possibly by suppertime. There will be a brief period of brutal social stratification, after which those who have amassed the most resources will survive a few months longer than the masses. But only a few months.

So don’t worry about returning those movies you rented, is what I’m saying.

But the sun is shining (at least, I assume that's what the bright spherical orb is in the sky), which can only be a good thing after a week of gray skies and St. John's Wort and butter. Lots of butter.

So. I'm blaming this on the fact that the sun brightened my day today.





















Yes. My children are eating snow for breakfast.





















In my defense, they requested it. After I chipped away the ice holding our screen door shut, it was a fairly simple procedure to scrape some snow into a bowl for them. And they were happy and entertained for at least 10 minutes.

Is this normal winter behavior, or am I starting to lose it?

(Although, now that I think about it, The Snow Diet might work wonders for all those seeking to lose weight now that we're in January. "Great crunchy texture with no calories! And it doesn't taste like grapefruit!")