Gone Away is the Bluebird

This is not a cheery Currier and Ives' winter landscape. I have woken up to find myself in the Discovery channel's "Extreme Weather" program. It is cold and dark and the wind is raging, blowing snow everywhere. I have to dig out my doorway before the snow piled up there freezes and I will not be able to close the door. Feeling huffy at my pampered friends (you know who you are !) in Montreal who hire people to do this for them.
I lay in bed last night listening to dogs howling. At least I told myself that's what it was, because it also sounded like a woman screaming.