Without any doubt, or a second thought in mind, it is the absolute best time of the year! Dark by 4:30 p.m. 25 degrees outside at best, with a wind chill that makes it feel about 10. Frostbitten digits, while I work outside for my day job on the road, lying to myself that I am being hit with a tropical breeze. Mind over matter they say. Oh, and what a joy it is at the very thought of going home for the holidays in a few short weeks’ time with my chain-smoking family who not only can’t stand themselves, let alone me.
