I woke up to an almost balmy 23 degrees at 1:25 this morning and headed out to walk my 1-mile trek to work in the warmest temperatures since Christmas day.
It was still cold by any standards, except perhaps in Siberia or Alaska, but it was refreshing to hear the snow and ice under my feet on unshoveled sidewalks crunching a little less than the past 3 weeks.
My guide dog Pippa doesn’t mind the cold, or the snow, or the ice, but she isn’t a big fan of road salt which can cause issues with her feet.
So, given the choice, we’ll walk in snow rather than on a treated street.
Fact is, there are so few people out and about when I head to work that it’s not generally any kind of safety issue to walk right down the street.
As I’ve often said, the only people out when I’m headed to work are drunks or cops.
There’s plenty of reason for you to be thankful that you can go to work in a heated vehicle in the middle of winter, even if you can’t find anything else to be thankful for in your situation.
That’s the way I see it.