The advent of the first winter storm always brings with it the same routine. Making sure the snowblower is ready (I got a new toy this year, an EGO battery-powered one, so that disproportionally excites me) and asking, "Where did I put my super-warm gloves and my stocking cap that includes a facemask?" I remember putting them somewhere so I would be able to easily find them, but the place itself escapes my memory. Not in the familiar places. Then I remember, and pull open a drawer from an old cabinet in the garage, and there, presto, is all my cold-weather gear, including things I hadn't yet remembered to look for.
Makes me happy.