Every morning I wake up and think I'm in a road company of "Dr. Zhivago." Just without the romance!

My dog frolics out the back door and stuns himself as he slides across the deck. The two cats just stare and wonder what befell us while they slept.

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Then my sisters call from Colorado and tell me the temperature is 70 degrees! And I, the only holdout of five siblings who vowed they'd always stay on Long Island, reconsider my future. But then I think about the beaches, the good deli food and bagels, and the lovely New England-type villages. I remember the Long Island Expressway and taxes -- no, forget them!

They do predict milder temperatures this week ["More snow, then relief," News, Feb. 18]. Yeah! But then I remember we haven't even gotten to March.

Irene Barrett, Huntington Station