I was trying to talk myself out of going for a walk today — just too cold, right? Temps at ten above with a wind chill below zero? Surely I would die from exposure. Then I saw the meter-reader guy, trudging through the snow, doing his job – likely out there eight hours today. So I quit whining, put on the snow pants, two scarves, two hats, two pair of gloves — total dork-look — and headed out for a 30 minute stumble around the neighborhood. Miraculously, I survived. AND, I noted that the Sparty Snowman I’d reported on a couple weeks ago is no longer single — he’s got himself a Sparty Girlfriend — Go Green!