On my way to work today I went outside and discovered the newspaper. This would not normally be surprising, however, today's paper was already inside.
This paper was still wrapped and dry, sitting on top of a snowbank that has melted 6 inches to a foot in the last few days. I opened the paper and discovered that it was actually from January 27th. That was almost two weeks ago.
Apparently, in the time between the paper being delivered and us trying to find the paper outside on the morning of January 27th, it had snowed enough to bury the paper. To me, that is pretty impressive. . .and a little sad.
Spring-ready in Suburbia