I started painting today – Vanilla Milkshake. With a sigh, I have to say that of course, with all the poetic titles in the paint color selections, I would choose to put Vanilla Milkshake on some of my walls. Actually, it has already given more brightness and warmth to the house, even though only a bit is painted. I’m going to be doing a bit at a time because I don’t see any benefit in doing a marathon session. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

We had rain this morning that turned to snow and back to rain, along with a 20+ mph wind. It is not a day to be outside and I have decided to start a fire in the basement and let the smell of woodsmoke remind us that the dampness is being fought. The wet, gray, creeping chill of this weather is, in some ways, more trying than bitter cold.

Ironically, spring break for East Noble begins tomorrow. Summer counted 10 days, when you include the week-ends and said, “You and me, Grandma, 10 days – together.” I am thinking about that.