It's snowing in Albuquerque, which seems to be an increasingly rare occurrence here. After 24 years in the Boston area, I can deal with the snow. All the much better because I don't actually have to go out in it today. My baby (okay, he's 17, but he'll always be my baby) is in Boston for USY's Interntional Convention and his older sibs are all done with college for the semester. We went shopping yesterday before the snow got too intense, so we're sitting here snug as can be just watching the snow fall.

We don't even have to go shovel it!

So here's the thing. The Wizard upstairs thinks that I don't like snow -- a reasonable assumption on his part, considering how much I complained about snow during those 24 years in Boston. But that's not the whole story.

Snow is good. It hangs around longer than rain and sinks into the ground at a reasonable rate, thereby replenishing the underground aquifers. I don't much mind going for walks in the snow -- and that's a Good Thing since Max the Siberian Husky would be very unhappy if he didn't get to go out and play just because there's a little snow on the ground.

I just don't like the fact that people DRIVE in the snow. Cars mess up the snow.

Here I sit in the Jewish wilderness of New Mexico, thinking about where to go next in my life. Perhaps it is time to move on.