Today is yet another day to remind us to savor those dog
days of summer. Every single one of those days, hot and sticky with popsicle juice dripping down their chubby little arms. There is no question the blustery cold, followed by the eight inch blanket of snow is proof Jack Frost has taken up permanent residence. Now if I could only charge him rent, or at least shovel the sidewalk.
And while I see these days as an excellent opportunity to hunker down with a hot cup of coffee and a good book, the wild things among me have a different plan. Here's to the optimistic view of those who see their glass always half full. Have a Snowy Man Day!
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