Eight.

Eight is the number of inches of snow that will be on the ground tomorrow. It is also the number of months that the snow will remain for. Eight also just-so-happens to be how many layers of blankets I will have piled on me this weekend. Oh, and guess what else, it is also eight degrees inside my apartment because my lovely roommates like to play this let's-see-how-cold-we-can-get-inside-our-house-without-catching-hypothermia game. I swear, sometimes I just don't know how I will survive. How about we add a "y" onto that eight eh Logan?