I don't want to give the impression that all I write are self-important wallowing blog posts, so here's one in a completely different direction. It is way too cold outside. It's not fit for man or beast out there.
I guess it would be the time to listen to the "Is love alive?" song again to remind myself that there's still life beneath the frozen snow.
This time last year, I was writing about how I was afraid I was dying from the flu. I'm glad I'm not there. It's good to not be there.
But I don't think I want to be here either.
It's way too cold.