"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible." - Stanislaw Jerzy Led

I've used that quote before, but it's just so true and so relevant.

If I were going to do another truck it would be this one.
Do NOT touch the outside. Pull the engine and put it a new V8, tranny, and drive train - something with a bunch of punch. Use reclaimed wood to fashion a new bed, clean up the interior to be comfortable, and drive a sleeper that would turn heads for its looks and then surprise with its performance.
Yes please.

We got down to the mid-20's again last night and that made the a.m. critter feeding something other than a joy. The water buckets all had a very thin layer of ice and Sundae's mash (beet pulp pellets soaked in water) was frozen at the bottom of that bucket. This cold spell lasts through the week, but compared to what's going on in our former home town (Grand Rapids, MI) where it's cold and blowing and snowing and will for the next 5 months, this is OK.
It's dark now and already sub-freezing (30 degrees). The faucets are dripping and the heat lamp I put in the pump house is on. And the stove is clicking away warming the living room to a toasty 75. We'll stoke it right before we go to bed. It will still be cold in the morning, but maybe not AS cold as it would be otherwise.

We went for pizza at our local dive. No ambiance, about six different styles of chairs, waitresses with lots of tats, and very good pizza for very cheap prices.
We spent most of the hour talking about death.
Both my parents are struggling. Mom got a diagnosis from her cardiologist that's legitimate cause for concern and dad's struggling with is recovery from the fall and broken hip.
I said mom's diagnosis was a cause for concern, but we are all fine with her death whenever it happens. She's fine with it, too. At 95 and a list of health issues there's really no down side to death because the know they'll be instantly in glory. So concern isn't the right word, eh?

I asked Pam how she'd know if I was dead, had died in my sleep.
She'd check my neck for a pulse.
"How would you know if there wasn't a pulse or if you just weren't feeling for it correctly and missing it?"
OK, she'd feel my chest to see if I was breathing. Which works unless it's too shallow for my chest to move noticeably.
I suggested she yell, "Craig, the garage is on fire and Sally's going to catch fire."
Or just wait and see if I get cold and stiff.

Yeah, we have some weird conversations.