There's a snowstorm bearing down on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan at the moment. Another snowstorm. If you're keeping count, that would be the second one this week. Last week, I had convinced myself that spring had finally arrived. This evening, I have convinced myself that the world is coming to an end.
So, on this wintry eve, I am grateful for a warm blanket and bed, which is where I'm headed in a few minutes.
Tomorrow, Saint Marty hopes to be grateful for a snowstorm that completely blows past us. Yes, he's in denial. It's a beautiful place with palms trees and a pink sunset on a Hawaiian beach. Aloha!
|Care to join me?|