Bad in My Last Life

I must have been bad in my last life. Here I am in 20 degree weather on top of the bluff with the wind whipping around me and an Australian Shepherd leaping on me. I feel like a member of the Donner party, only less hungry. I have to stay and take pictures of 30 more lots of this subdivision. At least I will die looking at a nice view. I was hoping for something better on my tombstone than "she died for real estate."