It was -22 degrees out. The driveway was half plowed; passable but just barely. My snowblower was broken.
I needed to load the snowblower on the truck and haul it to the shop. Then buy a freezer, load it in the truck, and bring it back. Then move more snow before the next storm hits.
Mother nature doesn’t like excuses. Life is tough. Etc…
I looked at the thermometer again. -22. Window panes frosted. Gusting winds. Low visibility.
I came to a wise decision.
Cook bacon.
It was delicious.
Then I went back to bed.
