Where is the snow?

You know. I know. We all know. It's coming. It will arrive, perhaps gently and shy with just a couple-inch introduction. Or it might come blasting through the door like Kramer into Jerry's apartment and drop a 13" load rudely on us.

Be so kind as to allow me to present my overly-long, yet-somehow-vaguely-engaging treatise from a year ago.

Can't wait!