Just this morning I was standing at my back door, dining upon a blue Pyrex bowl of multiflavored Cheerios and pensively pondering the going-nowhere snow. I idly wondered if snow can eventually die of old age – grabbing its chest in the middle of the night and just keeling over, gone by dawn, bare ground able to breathe again. Or might we be walking past snow mounds on our way to the beach this summer?

On an “Oh, goodie” note, The Weather Channel is forecasting upcoming weekend lows to return to single digits.