That was my thought this afternoon as I shoveled snow in the backyard. That beautiful fluffy stuff that came down yesterday had acquired a lot of moisture and was slushy and heavy.

I don’t want another three or months of this. No-one I know does. I guess that is why Canadians were never concerned about climate change when it was called global warming. Warming sounded like a good thing to us.

When I lived in Germany, I missed the Canadian winter. I got tired of grey days with temperatures hovering around zero Celsius. I wanted cold and snow.

It hasn’t really gotten cold yet, and I’m already complaining about the snow. I’m either human or inconsistent – I’m not sure which.