Of politics and avalanches...

It's January. It's the January of an election year, which means two things:

1. Two of my favorite (read: smartest, coolest, hippest) friends who live in political hot zones - New Hampshire and Iowa - have a front-row seat to the current craziness. I am jealous.
2. The aforementioned duo also happen to be waist-deep in the powdery white stuff I miss oh so much. Again, I am jealous.

Candidate visits. Stump speeches. Snow plows. Drinks sipped beside roaring, toasty fireplaces. Wearing multiple layers of clothing in winter. Oh, the things one never experiences when living in the godforsaken South...