It is the season for filing tax returns, and with current circumstances, Tress had booked in an online/remote meeting with our tax agents. She got the timing perfectly right, as it turned out to be a cold, wet and very drab weekend. The temperatures stayed pretty much in single digit territory, struggling to get past 4-5 deg for most of the day. The rains were incessant and little puddles began building up in both our front lawn and backyard. It was so miserable even the little guy refused to go out for his walk.
The tax returns were done, and I cleaned the house a little. The rest of the weekend was just us pottering around.
Technically, winter has just another week to go. Sometimes however, it feels like this winter would never end.
Ante 