I was going to go out running tonight, but — and do I even need to write it down? — it started snowing. Again. Insert your favourite expletive string here. I may have. So, I pulled a lazy. I’m done with the snow. I’m done with the cold. I’m done running in wind with the little bits of ice spiking against my face. I’m done with icy, slippery sidewalks. And I’m done with winter. I just couldn’t face it. Again. Not tonight. Instead, I stayed home where it’s still mostly warm and just hoped that this is the last of it… at least until November.