Snow is cool.

Because it's physically a much lower temperature than most of my life but also because of the peace and chaos that it brings with it when it comes in such abundant supply. I got to help put chains on my parent's car so they could actually drive out of our neighborhood but I also was the only person that showed up at work today... which basically made it feel like a weekend day, I suppose. I like a good change of action in a somewhat random, unexpected way and time. That might be connected to my enjoyment of changing up my facial hair with some reasonable frequency. I just like the strange sensation of discomfort/surprise/adaptation, I guess.