Is there any faith left in your cup?

I took Warden on a long walk today. Some people haven't made much of an effort to shovel their walks, which can make it a little difficult to get around, but I enjoy being out in the snow, and Warden really does too. Stella really liked the snow, she would roll in it, and shake the snow off, and roll in it again, ad infinitum.
I decided before I went on this walk that I was going to try to do some serious thinking. And I did, kind of. I've been reading a lot of short stories, and between that and writing this blog, I take everything I see and do, and think "how interesting! I should put that in the blog!" or "wow, what a great conceit for a short story!" I think it's unhealthy. I'll give you a for instance: It is very beautiful being out in the snow, but it's also a huge annoyance to try to get around in it, and I thought about how this time of year makes me wonder why anybody would ever want to live in places that it snows a lot, and also why anybody would ever want to live anywhere else. It seems like you should think one way or the other, even though my opinion is right in the middle. That's a story, I think, loving and hating the snow at the same time. When the weather was crazy, my mother always used to say, "everybody complains about the weather, but nobody ever does anything about it!" I never knew if she said things like that just to be funny or not, so I would just sit there and say something empty but affirmative, like "Honestly! Nobody!"
I'm staying up late, even though I have to get up early tomorrow. Bailey was selling me this pitch a while ago, when I was complaining about work. He said, it's a good idea to stay up later than you should on nights before you have to wake up early, and to have a few drinks, because then you get up and you get to work, but you're barely conscience. You know your job so you can sleepwalk through it, and by the time you know what's going on your day is practically over. Bailey is smart, so I'm going to test his little theory. Just so my alarm clock wakes me up! I know The Ghost will probably tell me I'm screwing things up, even if I'm not, but I don't think I care.