Last night we got a little bit of snow. I celebrated with some Symphony X. This morning, I decided to walk to work (it's only about a mile) so that I could enjoy my last glimpse of snow for the season and finish listening to The Odyssey. So I'm walking through a lovely park, watching the last remnants of snow melt, and as soon as the "Champion of Ithaca" section begins, I turn my head and face a blizzard. Flake after flake of merciless snow pelts me in the face as I trudge the remaining five minutes to work, barely able to see twenty feet in front of my eyes. I arrive at work and enter to great my co-workers with beard, hat, and jacket completely caked in devil's dandruff, and I smile, saying, "Today is a great day."