The Winter Slog is officially here. Slogging is exactly what we were doing going to work this morning. Heads down to avoid the blowing snow, feet slogging through the snow piled up along the sidewalk. Commuters at the bus stop looking like people from Jean-Paul Lemieux paintings, not engaging with each other, wearing slightly shell-shocked expressions. Winter coats have appeared, tuques, hoods pulled up, scarves wrapped round, hands in pockets for those without gloves or mitts. Yes, unmistakably, the Winter Slog is with us.