I think there might be something wrong with Brian.

He had to leave even earlier than usual this morning. At 4:15 am he was almost bouncing around the house, happy and chipper like it was noon on a beach somewhere.

I said something sweet and ladylike, something along the lines of, "what the heck are you so cheerful for at 4 in the morning?"

He said, "there's three inches of new snow on the ground!"

Only Brian would be happy about THAT at 4am!