Because we have had so much snow, we have had to actually take the time to deal with it. That can keep your mind and    body occupied. And because we have had so much snow so often, everything has remained white – really white. No dirty snow to speak of at all. I had not thought of it before, but all that whiteness has made things very bright, even though we have had very little sun.

Yesterday when I was shoveling to keep ahead of what I am now calling “the bliz-zard”, I had to put my glasses in my pocket. It wasn’t so much that they were steaming up, but that the transition lenses were getting so dark, it was difficult to see.

I remember one January and February a few years ago – probably documented somewhere on this blog – when we had continuous clouds, but little, if no, snow.  Then, one morning the sun did come out and I was astonished at how much the change in angle had occurred during the cloud out. I actually remember staring at objects lit by sunlight and really feeling good about it. It had been a gradual thing – this forgetting about the sun. There was daylight and there was night; I didn’t think about the sun really. Of course, Indiana in the winter is dreary; sometimes, it’s just better that you don’t see debris of winter in all it’s shades of brown and gray.

When we lived in Sacramento, all those decades ago, I used to think I had to go out on every sunny day and enjoy it, because, you know, I was familiar with Indiana weather and clouds rolling in. I about killed myself savoring all that blasted sun. Day  in and day out, Well, as Gilda would say, “It’s always something . . .”