I am unhappy to report that my fantastic friend and I are in the middle of a truly hard period of weather where I live.
I am sadly living in the northern sector of the country, where the weather is routinely dark plus truly cold all winter. At the moment, we’re in the midst of a dramatic temperature drop plus more than 2 blustery blizzards blowing through town. I can tell you, I’m less than gleeful about the outdoor air temperature plus precipitation. It’s enough to drive me into a deep depression until the temperature reverts back to a hot plus balmy condition. But, as much as I hate the winter season season now, I absolutely remember a time when I could genuinely love the temperature change that came with the cold season. Back when I was a kid, I thought that winter season was awesome. My buddy and I correctly had snow days away from university. My buddy and I got to sled down the city hill on a official basis. And when there were horrible lizards, my fantastic friend and I got to have city sleepovers in front of the fireplace. My buddy and I all realized a long time ago that the forced air boilers my fantastic friend and I relied on we’re not harshly sturdy. My buddy and I often had furnace breakdowns in the middle of extreme temperature events. As such, my fantastic friend and I started banding together plus combining our heat in front of the traditional wood burning fireplace in my family’s home. All of the youngsters would sleep in slumber bags in front of the roaring fire plus between all the giggles plus ghost stories, my fantastic friend and I never had a second thought about a broken boiler. Blizzards aren’t nearly as fun these days.