I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow

I awoke from my restorative nap having dreamt that I was allowed to take three final selfies against three backgrounds of my choice in the prison ballroom before being incarcerated.

Then I woke up and shoveled the driveway and took a selfie against this six-foot mountain of snow that the street plows made across from our house.

The only difference is I didn’t get to wear a sexy orange jumpsuit.