While I have a great amount of news and information to tell all of you, I had a funny experience yesterday which caused me to come into my apartment and immediately write about it. Here are my reflections....

"Contrary to the common grumblings and groaning of what seems like most Bostonians, I LOVE this weather! The snow is absolutely beautiful! On my way down Boylston Street, I purposely walked through the deeper snow paths that had not yet been trampled on by others. For a while, I was creating a path of my own... but soon my footprints were met with another set, which had obviously been left by a critter much smaller than myself. As I turned down my street, I proceeded to learn the story of a little dog (we'll call him, "Pup") that had probably just gone for a walk. I traced the adorable, tiny sets of 4 holes in the snow, one after the other. Pup must have first walked obediently by his owner's side, but then decided that the miniature snow hills looked like more fun. Straying and then swaying back and forth he went -- whichever way Pup could cause the most snow to drift up. Then he sat down…waiting…waiting….and thought, “Oh! Too cold!” and stood up frantically. He dragged his furry snow-packed paws and began to leap like a rabbit from place to place, to and fro -- enthusiastic breaths steaming from between his two fuzzy lips. Just when my smile had stretched from ear to ear, I saw an abrupt change of pace in Pup’s pouncing paw prints. His steps had gotten quite close together, and I wondered what may have caused his change of mood. And then I saw yellow. Yup. Yellow snow can only mean one thing. My smile quickly went from a wide grin to a sideways cringe as I nearly tripped myself trying to step over Pup’s contribution to the scenery. There is one thing that I can be thankful for, and that’s the fact that I found that yellow snow at the end of a dog’s path of prints, and not a human’s. Ah. The little things we learn to appreciate. Tact."