Measuring days

Just when I think we are under the worst of Nature's thumb, I get an adjustment: My sister is in western Idaho, and says the snow in their yard is now almost hip-deep after about a foot of fresh stuff. Half the people in her household are sick, so she has been shoveling in marathon stints; she appreciates the exercise, and fresh air, but sounds heartily tired of this winter dumping. Still, it's all relative; cold, windy and wet to a 90-year-old is as bad as being snowbound to others.
Brief desperate fling of climbing at the gym where our son works; bouldering seems harder and "sketchier" as the climber dudes put it, but at least the place has what are called "self-belay" devices with which one can haul one's self up and down some rope routes. The employees take turns selecting the music, I think, and there was quite a Dylan/Dead fest going on; beats smooth stuff any day, but tends to make me flash back...musically, of course.