People of a certain age, my people, are bombarded with advice on aging and how to keep one’s brain from turning into a wrinkled, pink shoe. Crossword puzzles, word searches, learn a new language, learn an old language. Make a new friend, avoid an old friend. Just reading about these supposed remedies is guaranteed to age you, or at least depress you enough so that you go back to drinking or consuming a now-legal edible.

What’s an oldster to do, especially after such a harsh and unforgiving winter? That first storm in January?