Rather than a lakeside deck in bare feet, the Spousal Unit is celebrating his birthday with a pre-dawn downtown commute through gusting snow over ice-packed roads.
It's a cruel season. But the sun will eventually return to linger in the sky and sparkle off the lake. And we will bask in the warmth of summer.
Meanwhile, we don fuzzy slippers in front of a roaring fire and a sparkling tv and take turns doling out belly rubs to the resident lap cat. And we wait for the OFKAR to return home for the holidays. (soon, soon)
Tonight there will be cake.
Happy Birthday, Spousal Unit!