The snow has arrived to our little neck of the woods. It has arrived late, likely just to torture us, as weather is wont to do. Hey! It’s mid-November and you can still mow lawn if want to! That all ended yesterday with the wind whistling puffs of duck down across my yard, sideways. It was a day for sitting inside getting lost in great literary art like Don’t Even Reply and dipping tea biscuits into a cup of stove-top espresso. Aah, winter . . . here at last.