This is his first real test.  He can’t blink.  He has to show the weather prognosticators and terrorists that he won’t back down; that he has the toughness needed to confront a late winter snowstorm like a true Chicagoan.  So unless Obama personally trudges through a foot and a half of snow to drop his girls off at school and then ice skates down Pennsylvania Avenue to slam his budget through Congress, the War on Winter is lost and the economy will be doomed to slip into an even worse recessionary-deflationary-wintery spiral.

It’s 3AM.  Where are your snowshoes?!

Barsik loves the snow. He rolls around it in. Eats it. Chases it. For him it is instant entertainment. Of course, for us, we have to wipe his feet when he comes in and walking him in the snow makes my feet cold and wet, so it isn’t all fun and games! I need to get a good pair of winter boots.