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I've been thinking a lot about the weather lately, as one is wont to do when one lives in a state that recently
set an all-time snowfall record. For the past two months, I have been at the mercy of Place. The snow has given me extra chores (most notably, shoveling the roof), forced me to improvise (substituted husband's dirty socks when I couldn't find my gloves), and fussed with my plans (let's pretend, for the purpose of this blog post, that I am the type of conscientious person that worries about the success of the company that employs me when it has to close for inclement weather.) Come May, the comings and goings of my life could conceivably take place anywhere, but this winter, my adventures could only be set in a small New England town with an insufficient road maintenance budget. Setting has very much been a character in the story of my winter, which is mostly the story of complaining, overeating, and watching entirely too much television.
