January IS the cruelest month - thirty-one days, minimal daylight, Holiday bills arriving and throw in a few snow storms - super storms to knock the Super Bowl off the front page. Super Bowl? How about a Bowl of Soup instead. The only "super" I am applauding is the building super who is plowing our driveway and sidewalk as I lie in bed smelling the aroma of the coffee maker. After twenty-two years in Florida I was not ready for yesterday's white out and with single digit temperatures forecast, this powdery stuff will be with us for a while in varying colors until February when the groundhog will speak his mind. All in all it was a beastly day for commuters and travelers. So it's hot cocoa or hot toddy, your option.
tjs
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