Winter W(h)ine...Remind Me Why We Live Here Again?

I did ask myself that when I debarked from the train on Thursday night and got wollopped by a cold, snowy wind. Probably a wind that sailed down over the wide open prairie all the way from Alberta. Robert tells me that the harsh weather helps us live longer, a kind of Hobson's choice in this weather. Oh well, it's only a few days a year.



This morning it's sunny, 17 degrees, feels like 7. Not too bad. Cross your fingers. Only two packing days 'til move day.