Eighteen days until pitchers and catchers report, and there's four inches of ice and snow to chisel off the windshield of my car. You will note that, as it almost always does, the line between snow and sleet runs almost exactly through my neighborhood. That means preparing my car to move will require that I dig down through crusty snow to get to the thick layer of ice that has attached itself to the glass.
While one can't exactly tell the future, I'm guessing today is the low point of Winter, for me. From here on out, the vector is up.
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