back to the bathtub

This morning there is the snow and wind blowing around outside, and me and my cup of tea are headed for a bath. My rotten French sock monkey Georges Le Soq is just getting up and I am like
"Georges, you should bathe from time to time, people are starting to talk" (Georges has FRENCH ideas about personal cleanliness) and he is like
"mon ami, a bath would, how you say, mess up my 'DO" and I am like
"Georges, you never take off your beret, who knows what it looks like under there?" and I make him come in and consider a bath, but he sat on the tub edge wrapped in a towel muttering to himself about the injustice of the world....and he is still filthy.
Snow? Yes. Still blowing around out there. Not accumulating. I remember Mother's Day weekend about ten years ago, 12 inches of snow on the hilltop we lived on then....