I was shoveling.
They weren't suffering.
They tried to convince me they were.
Until today Jovi would only mount the snowmounds along the sidewalk where it's packed down hard from several thousand cycles of shoveling, piling, blowing, melting (it actually rained on December 30,) freezing and more snowing. For some reason, probably having to do with desperation, today he climbed the big mountain along the driveway, under the tree and watched the neighbor leave for work. (He's a nosy dog.) That done he bounded across the yard through the soft, deep snow and trotted up to the door. I had put the phone back in my pocket and he didn't give me time to video the action.
I also needed my hands free to scoop up the little dog's poop before he could eat it.
It was 4 degrees above 0.
Winter is kicking my ass. I am responding with a total and complete lack of anything constructive. No optimism, no strength, no stoicism, no reason, no determination, no winter sports, no bright side. No money for a trip to L.A. Just whining and complaining and a big fat constant wallow in all the resentment and self-pity I can possibly muster.
I've even taken to hiring people to clear my snow so I can stay inside.
In 1994 I moved back here from the balmy clime of Maryland in part because I missed winter. Mostly I missed the feel of the hard cold air when the temperature is way below zero.
I have no grand thoughts about it.
Pointless attempt to determine if this is what "bumping the feed" is all about and avoid work on a Friday afternoon with a misty picture sent from the phone and quickly uploaded without giving it much time and/or attention. Besides, I never get tired of looking at those two, why should anyone else?