Actually, no. It's gorgeous.
The snow started around three-thirty this afternoon, and it's supposed to come down right until morning.
The first winter I was here, I took this photo out my front door during a snowstorm one night. The scene is much the same tonight:
Right now, the cats are pissed off and fighting amongst themselves because I won't let them outside. Tough titty, kitties. I'm not letting any of you out into a snowstorm. Use the litterboxes; that's what they're there for. Tomorrow morning, as I shovel and shovel and SHOVEL, and then shower, get dressed, and drive on slippery roads to work, I'll be cursing this snow.
But this moment, it's beautiful.