First decent snow of the season is rolling in, and it's on my weekend off. Wish it was more than a few inches, that way my excuse to stay inside in pajamas and drinking copious amounts of wine would be an acceptable practice rather than sort of sad.
But, still, I love snow. Especially when I'm not working. Dead bodies and snow isn't a good combination.
(Warning: Discuss of motives/acts for/of murder in the comments. Don't want anyone to be uncomfortable when stumbling across it)