Excellent question. When I find out (and I hope I never do) I will let you know. For now, I’m a retired dude living on a prairie with gorgeous mountains in the background.  Senior man is about my love and gratitude for life after lesson plans.

When it’s freezing cold outside (will winter EVER end?), I’m down in my cave with a toasty heater, contemplating a  tromp down an icy path – a risky, but quiet, endeavour (no bad weather just bad clothing) . When the trees are blooming leaves, I’m in my backyard hammock gently rocking with a  book. Sometimes it feels like winter may never end,  but the deafening bush just twenty minutes from my back door gives me comfort.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Later.