I walked home tonight in the snow. I learned a shocking truth: snow is really cold. It is a new lifestyle to walk inside and try to brush all that white stuff out of my hair, off my coat, off my glasses, out of my eyebrows, off my shoes, and out of my collar.
Upon entering our apartment, I was greeted by Wife as she sat gazing out the window, clapping and squealing, "Look at all the pretty snow." It takes very little to entertain us, which is quite fortunate because this little bit of snow will undoubtedly have melted when we awake.
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