I used to cook. Now my oven is slowly baking my boots dry. I used to have a cat. Now I share a house with a golden retriever|chowchow mix. The boots are drying so I can walk the dog again. He leaps through the snow drifts, looking back with pity as I flounder behind. And I realize a cat's disdain is less cruel than a dog's pity. Fortunately I still remember that snow days can be a gift to enjoy, rather than a day to endure. So maybe I'm not as old and weary as I feel.
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