All my luck: I find the Best Category, and, gee, it’s empty. No “husband funny birthday” cards for me to choose from!
And over in reality-land, rotten snowbanks survive along the margins of the frog-pond in a ghost-town that has a gas-convenience store where we get a copy of the weekly newspaper and important odds-and-ends (but no Dunkers on this day).
We are safe and warm in our northern outpost, all systems online—yay! And the rodent body count/evidence—almost zero! Yay!