Over the past 2 years, I've learned Michigan's weather is as forth-right and direct as its inhabitants. Seasons last very long, and then snap you wake up one morning and it's 20 degrees colder/warmer outside.

Welcome to Winter. I think I was wearing shorts 2 weeks ago.

Last night, whilst scraping various, alternating, layers of ice and snow off my car, a large bundle of wool and fabric trundled past me with 2 large dogs. A female voice echoed forth:

Her: "That doesn't look like much fun."

Me: "It's just the beginning now, isn't it?"

slight pause

Her: "Thanks for cheering me up."