A fine selection of warm handgear is a must for these cold days. Unfortunately, infidelity among mates seems to be the norm in this crowd. I suppose they have run off with some of those faithless socks whose sobbing partners hang around in my top drawer. On some blue Monday mornings, I hesitate even to open the thing. If not for the cold, I would gladly venture barefoot into the world rather than face such dreadful wailing.
How Do I?