If I never, ever blog ever again, the reason's simple:
I've run off to live with Laura after looking at these pictures: here.

Blah, blah snow.
Blah, blah power may go out as I sleep.
Blah, blah little red car in hideous crash after sliding on ice after three a. m. decision to run to Pissgah Forest.

At least I'd die with a smile on my face.