It’s snowing in Ohio. Here, we have no rain at all, just wild winds that rip everything off the porch and redistribute it through the neighborhood. My blue bucket flew away, as did one gardening glove, and I don’t think I’ll ever see them again.
I think this is January, though — to feel happy that the holidays are over, and that things have returned to normal, and simultaneously bored out of my skull.
Time to try new things, I think —
I’ll report back.