J just went out to buy some milk and he said that he's sure it's gonna snow today. In the time that it took him to walk across the street, his fingers and ears were freezing. (Just the other day we were wearing light sweaters outside.) He also pointed out that the whole sky is smothered in grey. Whoo!

Not that I love mountains of snow more than a warm sandy beach, but I just can't get into the holiday spirit if there isn't a blanket of that sparkly white stuff on the ground. And given that it's exactly one month before Christmas, today would be an ideal day for a little snow, don't you think?

Oh, speaking of which, today is also my dad's birthday... I should probably give the man a call. I'm thinking that maybe I'll finally tell him that I love him, if I can manage to spit it out. No promises though. It's much easier said than done.

This has been a good year for dad and I. Our relationship has forever been spotty at best - but things are changing, I think...

Of course, I'll have to save that post for another day.