Note to Self

If, perchance, you should find yourself walking in a snowstorm; and if you should find yourself in various reveries along the line of "This is lovely! This is nature at its most beautiful! I should knock on everyone's door and tell them, 'You must come out and enjoy this!'"

Then be aware that you are walking in the snowstorm with the wind at your back, and that every step you take whilst engaging in such foolish musings is a step you must take with the wind and snow full in your face.

And when (if!) you make it back to your own door, you will begin reminding your wife of how nice it was in Florida that December, or in San Diego that January. But she will ignore you, and complain about the puddles of melting snow you are leaving wherever you stand.