70 big DEGREES and it is sunny today. Tomorrow is also supposed to be sunny. Be still my celebrating heart . . . and my mind, such as it it. I feel like going out and pulling all the sun’s rays into my brain and letting them do their chemical chores. This has been a year of clouds and, for the first time in my life, I truly appreciate how important it is to see the sun at least now and then.  I think I was on the verge of developing “brain scurvy” and I believe I could feel my brain cells loosening and getting ready to fall out.

Here is Northern Indiana we learn to take advantage of sunny days. Heck, when I moved to Sacramento decades ago, I about killed myself taking advantage of them. There were so many . . . every day – on and on – until it started to rain. Back then I was celebrating the clouds and rain the way I am celebrating the sun now.

But what to do about this messy house that is now beyond cluttered because the dreary days have been so spirit-sapping? A magic wand would be very welcome . . . and then there is that granddaughter who wants to make money. How about a Merry Maid uniform for her? Or should I give her a rag to wrap around her head, an apron, a bucket and sturdy shoes.

Then again, maybe a pagan dance to honor the Neatness Goddess would do the trick. I wonder if we would have to get naked? Well, the backyard is fenced in  . . .

Update: Oh, what was my first clue I had forgotten to take my medicine this morning. I’ll go ahead and swallow some pills and see how the naked pagan dance sounds then.