Winter has finally arrived.

It’s like Ron Burgundy in Anchorman is prepping you for an end to his wonderful newscast sporting a cheesy smile on his face and reading the Teleprompter. “Have a great night, and f#%$ you Kansas City!”

As I prepared to plunge into the icy waters of Lake Brookside (aka “the pool”) I opened my gym bag in the locker room to find my swimming trunks FROZEN SOLID.

I unfolded them from a crumpled position and cracking sounds came from the material. Little hunks of short pants were falling away with ice crystals attached to them.

Putting them on was a bit of a challenge and I ended up looking like I had acquired a pair of black rumpled  aluminum foil shorts from the greasy diner alley show in New York’s Fashion Week.

They say you shouldn’t hide your light under a bushel basket but my poor “light” could have easily hidden under a thimble.

Good times my friends.

Ps. I find it odd that I’m perfectly willing, if not eager, to jump into an icy pit of despair TO WARM UP on a delightful winters morning.

Enjoy your day!