The end of January is a dreary party. I don’t have much desire to leave the house. Bright days are gone and every other day or every schools are delayed or cancelled. It is7:15 am and I can see no sign of daylight out our windows. Nothing.
Today, though, I’ll fight these blahs. I will play music, find serenity in the peeling of the living room wallpaper, and wait eagerly for the bookcase doors to arrive this afternoon. I will get caught up with work work and keep listening and listening to music. Tonight I will meet some friends uptown and we will talk about snow days, spouses, and babies lost, and we’ll say our good nights to each other feeling lifted.