It’s probably bad luck to say so, but I enjoy a good blizzard. 

With a brisk wind, snow accumulating, and cars going 10 mph, I’m out battling the elements.  Feels pretty manly. 

Wearing hunting boots, ski mittens and a pumpkin suit, I’m very comfortable and the ATV does all the work.  After the driveway was done, I plowed the aux driveway and a path down to the land bridge.  I would like to have stayed out longer, but there was nothing left to plow.

There is roaring fire in the wood stove and a furry hot dog lounging in front.  I’ve got a Costco Motor City pizza in the freezer.

I feel like Lou Gehrig.

But without the Lou Gehrig’s disease.

It’s all perspective.  As soon as I think that I’ve got everything I could want, I imagine that somewhere, some guy is playing slap-n-tickle with Sydney Sweeney. 

That guy is probably thinking, “Shit, what am I supposed to get her for Christmas?  We said ‘no gifts’, but if she gets me something, I’ll look like a jerk.  Life used to be so simple.”