When you're grown up snow days don't mean the same thing. Trade in that sled for a shovel, the hot chocolate and snow pants for coffee and a slushy commute.
I got a glimpse into how nice the city will be when spring decides to finally hit Boston. This weekend I slipped on my much neglected tube-top dress and pedaled around Centre street to do brunch, hit the library and check out the growing multitude of second-hand stores on the main drag.
Today it's 10-13 inches and back to the wool coat. :::sigh:::