Short One

Photo: L. Weikel

I’m afraid tonight’s post will be a short one.

Yet again, I find myself with little time and even less to say. I guess that’s a good thing, if you think about it. Sounds like I should have plenty of time, then, to get it all said.

As I sit here in the silence, I can feel the front of cold air moving in. We’ve had a ridiculously mild winter so far, which at least has granted a reprieve on heating bills.

But tonight they’re calling for some truly seasonal temperatures to arrive. Into the 20s tonight and down to 12 degrees tomorrow night. Considering it’s been in the 50s lately, that’s a shock to the system!

As I started to say above, though – I can distinctly sense the cold seeping into my house as I sit here. But just as this post is going to be a short one, so is this cold snap. It looks like it’ll only last for a few days, and I don’t think it’s even going to make itself useful by bringing some snow.

Easy For Me

Here I am, half lamenting that it’s not been very cold this winter and walking on the shiny side of whiny about no snow. Ugh. It’s easy for me to wish for colder temperatures: I have ample opportunity for warmth and cuddling. And what good is it to be cold if you can’t tuck yourself into a warm little ball and enjoy the very fact that you’re staring that cold in the face and thwarting its evil intentions?!

Even the four leggeds in our house – they’re looking at me expectantly. I can tell they feel the shift in the temperatures, and even more than that, I get the feeling they know it’s going to get a lot colder before it heats back up.

I’m surrounded by my familiars (if you will). They’re staring at me intently. I think it’s because they’re tired and resolute in their determination to get me to see the light, stop this incessant typing, and allow them under the bedcovers. As soon as possible. (Why they’re not upstairs with Karl yet, I have no idea. Loyalty? Doubtful.)

Time to Cuddle

I guess this being Valentine’s Day eve and everything, it’s only natural that I’d want to hustle myself up to bed. But the truth is, I’ve always loathed Valentine’s Day. But wow – because I’m on Day 459, that means I’ve already regaled you with my single memorable Valentine’s Debacle Story.

We don’t need another one.

In the meantime, I hope you all have a lovely day tomorrow. If nothing else, give yourself a little lovin’. Even if it’s only a couple of seconds’ worth: tell your body how much you love and appreciate it.

It’s important. Love is important. And look at that: I did end up in a familiar place after all.