All day yesterday, the weatherman predicts an epic snowstorm across the entire state. Two feet in the northern mountain areas, he says. And that means us. In my office, we were all feeling rather jolly, thinking about what we were going to do with our free day off today.

But when I wake up this morning, we have only had a light dusting of snow, like confectioners' sugar across the valley. I get ready for work, grumbling the whole time, and go out to check my non-blanketed, very furry horses in the pasture while my car is warming up. Of course, they're nowhere near their nice loafing shed where they could get out of the weather. All five of them look like iced confections that you might see at a French chocolatier. And with their shaggy, natural coats, fuzzy ears, legs and fetlocks, they seem not bothered one little bit by the cold.

They look at me like what is all the fuss about and then return to their hay.