Ugh . . . it never ends. The snow keeps on coming and coming and coming . . .
Why hasn’t man found a way to control the weather yet? Why can’t we make snow stay away?
Sigh . . . Some day, perhaps, we will have plastic domes — a la car shelters — over our cities in the wintertime, perhaps over our whole countries in these northern parts of the world. Yes, we could recycle all the plastic bottles and bags we use . . .
Yes, delirium is setting in . . .
Meanwhile, I wonder if some kind U.S. marine or air force pilot could come by my place in a Harrier Jump jet and pluck Maggie and me out of this white misery and take us to some blue lagoon in a warm, tropical place . . . .
Just sayin’ . . .
Happy Sunday, everyone.