Another 8-inches.

Normal for a state that gets between 65 and 95-inches a winter.

Clearly, this is a No-Scootering Day.

It's also a cold day.  So, in honor of the weather, I threw on a shirt to remind me of other days when the cold should have kept one home, but didn't.

Come to think of it, that was even at night.  Not too swift am I at times.

Some good did come from the snow: picturesque winter scenes….

Still, with no riding in sight, what's a good Italian to do?

Well, for starters….

Turn on the music (with 4,708 pieces on my iPod, who needs radio).

Then…...

Fire-up the griddle, beat the eggs, add the milk, toss in the vanilla, warm honey and cinnamon…..

Set the table, and call out in a loud voice….

Cara Mia, venite a mangiare la prima colazione.

And she did, and we did.