I turned down the thermostats awhile ago . . . because it is sunny and 52 degrees. Tomorrow, the weathermen are estimating a high in the low 60’s. Gosh! It’s getting so hot. Well, not really, since we didn’t exactly have any drawn-out, ice inside the windows and time to put another rug against the bottom of the door COLD.

So far, this has been a winter to make wimps out of us. I hope I am not jinxing us into ice storms and cold spring rains.

Please let us have a good spring and coolish summer because the Grandma up to Scott Town house is being eyed by tree trimmers and roofers. And painters? I liked the hidden away Miss Haversham look, but Der Bingle and others pointed out that nature was eating it up.

I am also considering not having my hair colored for awhile – heck, I’ll be sweating and dirty and it will be stuck under a ball cap. Maybe I’ll decide I won’t get it done until I become more fit. Perhaps I am feeling the stirrings of going natively rustic.

There must be something in the air today; I am considering going out and breathing really, really deeply. The results could be scary. I could take some jars out and fill them with today’ air to save for a day when I am in a down and out, put your face in the nachos mood.

I need to calm down; it’s not time to slam the screen door yet.