Let’s see, two weeks ago we were listening to Christmas carols and munching on special cheeseballs and getting recipes pulled out of drawers . . . and duct taped when needed. Last Sunday, it was the lull after Christmas and the gathering of non-alcoholic sparkling drinks for New Year’s. This Sunday, ah, this Sunday is the day before the return to school and the march through midwest winter and early spring. It is slush time – slush time without any glimmering lights.
I am considering hibernation. Hibernation with some books, some nice warm afghans and shortbread cookies, left over from the holidays. We have expanded our cable choices and now can get Turner Classic Movies and much more. I am now watching a show on the London Blitz. January, February and March in Northern Indiana have a teeny, tiny bit of a blitz about them. Hunkering down and waiting it out, hoping you don’t have a flat tire in a blizzard or power outages.
I exaggerate.
My itching is better and my shingles are drying up.
Oh, yeah, the Colts lost. Well, rats. They are wannabe Cubs . . . and they are succeeding.