Woodworking: Under the weather: Blowing snow exposes full-blown addiction
Sometimes you don't know you have a problem until it slaps you right in the face.
I've always thought I was fairly well adjusted, despite holding advanced degrees and a taste for lutefisk and blood pudding.
But I've changed my tune since last weekend's snowstorm, as mentioned in last week's column.
That snowstorm turned my life upside down and shattered my thin veil of self-assuredness to reveal a very sick human being.