walked downtown through the snow to meet my friend for brunch on this beautiful, snowy day. i knew it was time to go out, before i went a bit stir crazy like jack’s character in ‘the shining,’ after i posted this note to myself on the inside of my front door.  apparently, i was craving one last rasher of bacon, before being snowbound for the next day or so, with nary a slice in the house. 

Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon. – Doug Larson