All of these Houstonians were going CRAZY because it snowed yesterday. The snow was great -- it was almost like a real December in a climate that supports seasons. I like the cold. I miss the cold. I suppose the opposite would be true if I was living in the cold or, worse yet, still driving among the Northern Virginia drivers as they go CRAZY when it snows. In any case, I put aside my disdain for such cuteness as Houston heaving a collective cheer of amazement as the snowflakes -- real, honest, thick flakes -- came down. I felt happy for them, actually. I'll let them enjoy it.

The morning after the snow left a surprise for me: the snow had accumulated. It stayed there on the grass, on the cars, on the roofs of the houses. I suppose that it's December after all.