Snow was in the forecast, but I really didn't believe it when I noticed the S word in the Weather Channel's prognostication last night. It wasn't supposed to be much, to be sure, and I didn't expect to have to get the shovel out of the shed at first light to get to work making it possible for us to drive anyway. I also didn't think that I'd have another chance to use the snowshoes or the cross-country skis, which barely had any workouts this so-called winter. Well, the WC forecasters were right on target, and all of my suppositions jibed with the thin white blanket I noticed as I opened the door to let out the cats as I poured coffee and contemplated what to do today. I guess, at the very least, I could go out and track an animal or two. The felines had certainly provided grist for the tracking mill, but by the time I had finished breakfast and all the morning chores, the "white board" had been wiped clean and all the snow was nothing more than a cold-footed memory.