Holidays are over. Boo. I always find at times like these it is better not to dwell on our losses but look forward to all of the wonderful things to come. The one foremost on my mind right now is snow. Living in the south, we don’t usually get much snow. Maybe one or two good coverings a year at best. So for us, it is a mystical event. One that allows the world to stop in place (because us southerners are ridiculous wimps) and revel in the perfection and purity of fluffy whiteness. I for one am ready.