Another year is dead and buried. All that’s left is the motor memory in my muscles that still writes the wrong year on checks (yes I still write a few). I loathe January. There’s nothing to look forward to. The holidays are all over, Spring is months away and the weather is only getting worse. Old photos of past summers that remind us of how the world will be once again seem like a postcard from somewhere else. For now we are hunkered down by the constant carpet bombing of winter. Still, I resolved this year to look at the bright side. Let’s see. We still have a nice supply of wine to keep us warm while we binge-watch all the new Netflix shows all without feeling guilty about not being outside cause it’s nice out. Hmm, maybe winter isn’t so bad after all.
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