It’s just after five in the morning and I am awake and wondering if I want to lay my ugly head down upon my wretched bed – oops, sorry there, a Muppet reference just hopped into the flow of my thought. Actually, I feel like being a little sneaky here and getting something to drink and checking the news and then just easing back under the blankets.
Yesterday we had a series of snow squalls – mini blizzard things – with the temperature going up to the 20’s and then DOWN; today the same up and down pattern is predicted only with more snow. I’ve been talking so much about the weather, I need to get a barbershop pole and a bench with old men on it. More appropriate would be a big black stove with mismatched chairs around it – but I think the bench image was in a song once. There might have been a lyric about old women then talking about old men . . .
I’d say it’s time to go get that drink before my morning imagination really starts joining in.