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I suppose I officially have survived my first real winter. Trudging through fresh snow is fun the first time--well, it's fun the fourth time, too; but it's no fun the day after. Fortunately the weather gods were nice enough to put me through a mild winter for my first one. (So they say, but really who can trust these people who live in the snow? It certainly was not mild to me.) I, however, would say that this is unfortunate because, if I had had a horrible first winter, then all my future ones would be simple, fearless affairs.