The plan was to shower you with photos taken by my family and friends at the various Women's Marches they attended.
But, driving home from class this afternoon, I noted larger than usual droplets on my windshield.
Those droplets resolved into white shapes... delicate and interesting white shapes... shapes I remembered from lives past.... they were snowflakes.
I refuse to accept this, on top of everything else.
I'll be back tomorrow when I'm less annoyed.