Despite the onslaught of winter.

I'm tempted. Today. To go back to bed. And not go outdoors. Because it's looking. Like the first real day of winter.  Wind-whipped snow. And bitter windchill temperatures. Of course, I could bundle up. And face the music of whistling wind. But I can listen, too. From under the cover of a down-filled comforter.  Maybe I'll leave the decision. Up to my dear cat and bosom buddy, Loverboy. Oh, no need to fool anyone. I know his undeniable choice.  He's a full-fledged coward. We're going back to bed. For now. Until I summon the courage. To walk my daily 10 miles. Despite the onslaught of cold and cruel winter. --Jim Broede