A couple of nights ago, I went to look out the window at 10 pm at the fresh snow. When I looked out, I saw a man sweeping up the snow off the sidewalk and out of the street. It was 10 o'clock. That meant the sun was long gone (and had been for nearly 5 hours). Which means, it was cold. Really cold. Here I am, thinking how annoying it is to move the outlet strip from the stove in the kitchen, to the heater in the bedroom, and this man is sweeping snow. He is sweeping the snow so that I don't slip on it when it freezes, which I did, (rather ungracefully too) and so cars don't slide when they drive across it. A funk is quite an understatement for what I've been in as of late. My computer crashed, I got food poisoning for the second time, and I burnt myself on the hot water pipe in the bathroom. Seriously, what is wrong with me? I've decided it is time for my little (BIG) pity party to end. On Christmas day, we went to visit some Hospice patients. The first family I vis...