Why are we here?
We don’t know.
We could be in Quartzsite, AZ right now.
In the desert.
Playing with their dogs.
Flying the quadcopter.
Instead we wake up to 19 degrees.
David having to plow the driveway.
Which he secretly likes doing BTW.
Deer enjoying the cracked corn we put out.
Looking at the garage where our motorhome is packed away for the winter.
That’s our entertainment in the winter.
Because when it’s 19 degrees outside…
…who really wants to go out.
You tend to hibernate.
I guess things could be worse.
It could be single digits and windy.