There is something about this weather that makes me want to say, "screw it," and go get rip roaring drunk. Thunderstorms were always a good excuse in the summer. Frozen white stuff falling from the sky is a good excuse in winter. I was just telling Rosa about it.
"It's strange," I said. "This weather makes me want to run out and drink beer. I've always loved aberrant weather."
"Alcoholics and addicts will use any excuse to use," she said. "If my goldfish died then I would smoke up."
"That's true," I replied, smiling. "When I was in college I would use my grades as an excuse to drink. Made an A? Get drunk and celebrate. Made an F? Get drunk and drown my sorrows."
"The trick is: what are you going to do today that is healthy?" Rosa asked.
"I am going to go for a long walk in the sleet, then come home and cook you supper," I replied.
"Don't walk past the convenience store," Rosa said, warning me.
"Hmmmm," I said rubbing my chin, jesting as I grinned.
Rosa punched me in my side and laughed. Two months ago I would never be able to laugh and joke about this. It pays to have a good sense of humor sometimes.