my nostalgia for Midwestern winters reached a new low this morning when a friend’s facebook status reminded me of the perils of ice on sidewalks.

for a brief moment in my mind I thought thoughts like,

“Oh! remember when you didn’t see the ice and slipped a little but caught yourself in a weird position with your arms splayed in an odd way haha! and then you looked around to make sure no one saw you almost falling on you ass lol!”

and

“And those times when the ice was so bad that you just walked in the street to avoid it completely rather than face the risk of slipping again! those were good times!”

then I realized how absurd this all was and promptly realized that today is a beautiful day in San Francisco and I only have to wear a light jacket and maybe a wool cap if I feel like it and all my nostalgia melted away like so much frozen dog shit in the spring (you might not understand this if you aren’t from the midwest).

I think I’m better now.