Um...guess what's in the forecast

Other than my neighbor down the alley, who apparently has no interest in using his garage until, oh, July, we are just about dug out from Saturday's storm, and by "dug out" I mean that we have moved a lot of snow around, but it hasn't disappeared; it's just gotten piled up in three- and five- and eight-foot piles that have now frozen hard as rock.

Driving is dangerous, because you can't see at intersections whether or not someone is coming; the snow blocks your view. (This is an intersection in my neighborhood. Can you find the stop sign?)

Forecast for tomorrow calls for about three inches of snow. But even three inches, at this point, seems overwhelming.

Meanwhile, here's a view of the Metrodome. It looks so funny without its Jiffy-Pop top. (Below for contrast, is what it normally looks like.)

Here's what I'm hanging onto:  In just another week or so, the days start getting longer. Don't tell me that's when the real cold sets in (it was eight below zero this morning). Don't tell me that. I'm looking at Dec. 21 as the beginning of the upswing to summer.