Winter is here.

So, now its cold. Yep. Cold and frosty and the woolies are out, the socks are on and there's a heater in my garage so I don't turn into a popsicle while I'm hiding out there to write.

But I'm excited about winter. Why? Good question, I don't enjoy shovelling snow. I hate wet feet, hair, and legs. I'm not crazy about frozen boogers. Why does my nose only run in the cold? Really, I hate it.
I hate 'going' before I leave and then having to go five minutes later because for some reason my bladder...