I’m not ready. I thought I was but I’m not. It’s so awful that I can’t even fathom another season and yet it’s here. Winter! As I slipped and slid my monster wheels around town tonight I felt this sudden urge to move south to say, um, Brazil? Ryan got a kick out of the snow which gave me a brief repose from my misery. I suppose it would be like a subway rat taking a small rest on the third rail, certainly painful and unforgettable….except to the rat of course.