Snow.

[swestrup]

I decided to go out for breakfast as an excuse to get some exercise and to actually be up and about while the sun is in the sky. (Well, okay, I never actually saw the sun, but the grey clouds are a lot brighter right now than they are at night.)

Now, we had our first major snowfall of the season several days ago (has it been a week yet? I forget.) and it was a doozy. By now, of course, most of the sidewalks have not been cleared, and there are huge snowdrifts piled in extremely inconvenient places for anyone who is trying to get anywhere without wheels, so I knew I would have to break down and wear boots.

Don't get me wrong, the big heavy boots I own are probably the nicest and warmest of that ilk that I have ever owned, and I purchased them for just such occasions as this. Still, I hate them with an intense hatred because of their three major design flaws:

1. Big.
2. Heavy.
3. Boots.

Seriously, after trudging the two blocks there and the two blocks back, wading through the occasional patch of knee-deep snow and clambering over tall drifts, my legs were aching from the sheer effort to lift these boots on each step. Anyway, I got back safely and I plan to do some major resting for a bit to recuperate. And now you know.