Tuesday, April 14th was like many an April day in Petoskey, cloudy, windy, and a blizzard. Yes, blowing snow! After a nice weekend, some great garden work, sitting outside, and enjoying a spring without snow piles, the snow did return. And we knew it would. We questioned whether we should put out the backyard sculptures and solar lights along the paths, but we both noted, “No. We will eventually have one more snowstorm.” Then we did. The last two nights I’ve had a hell of a time sleeping. In fact at four in the morning, I was wide awake eating the leftover turkey burger in a sandwich. At four in the morning! I haven’t done that since working midnights years and years ago at the hospital. Eventually, I made it back under the covers, but Christine awakened me with a kiss, opened the blinds, and said, “Stay in bed. It’s snowing.” I did. In fact, I didn’t crawl out until, maybe, ten-thirty. I meandered around, drinking coffee, and contemplated what next. I wrote. I corresponded. I even shoveled. Then I sank into the sofa and watched TV. There was a shower with soap somewhere in that span, and I thought about dinner, but by 4:30, I was drinking a Manhattan and getting the Dominoes ready for a big night. Deep in the recesses of my brain, I wanted a pizza, so when Christine made it home and we got into the Dominoes game, I abdicated my porkchop dinner plans for a recommendation: “Honey, can we get a Mighty Fine pizza?” Thankfully, she was all for it. For the first time in weeks, we decided not to cook. The extra large was gone in thirty minutes. I eat. I eat a lot. Into the Media Room and more West Wing binge watching, and off to bed with puzzles and Pepcid. Once up in the bedroom, I attempted to gaze out over Lake Michigan and offer gratitude for another day of health, but I was abruptly halted by a warm hug, and with both of us gazing, yet another blizzard.