A warm bath feels much better after one has been out in the cold.
The dog doesn't bark as much since there are less people goofing around outside.
I don't have to feel guilty about not playing outside with the dog as it's simply too cold to do so.
I needn't concern myself with doing poop patrol as all my pup's droppings descend into the snow.
I don't need to worry about seeing fat people in tank tops and shorts.
If I gain a few, no sweat. Who's gonna know if I'm wearing five layers?
The nights are much quieter.
There's not as strong an impetus to go out on the weekends.
It's always an adventure going into the driveway when there's just barely enough room for one car to get in. If I misjudge, a 6-foot tall block of snow rubs against the car giving me an idea of what it must've been like on the Titanic.