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January. A bad month for articulate thoughts.

It's been weeks since my last post and I'd like to blame my new gig for that. The New Year has started off with a bang at work, leaving me with little time to write, and frankly, little time to think about writing. Unless, it's a memo, or email, or proposal, in which case I seem to be writing a lot. As I figure out how to balance going back to work full-time while still doing all the things at home that still need to be done, please allow me time to find my humor and wit. It will return. In the meantime, here's a glimpse into my world during this amazing month we call January.

Gray

I wake up to gray.

All day it is gray, gray, gray.

Gray, please go away.

Cold

I wake up to cold.

All day it is cold, cold, cold.

Cold,please go away

Snowmageddon

Two feet! Three feet! Snow!

Close down the subways, go home!

Oops, just a dusting.

Running

Jillian Michaels

on YouTube while Caro dresses.

Just not the same thing.

Mistakes

It's true. I can't lie.

I got drunk on New Year's Eve.

Hung over three days.

TV

Some say it is bad.

Guess they've never lived Upstate.

I love you, TV.

The Importance of a Snow Brush

Where is my snow brush?

Well, hmm, you ran it over.

How is that helpful?

Where are My Mittens?

Where are my mittens?

How in the hell would I know?

They are on my hands!

Missing the bus

Almost miss the bus.

Oh shit! Mom yells, and she runs.

It's good. We made it.

Comments

ShakerWV said…
Love this! No Jillian for me. Moving snow is a good enough work out.
February 3, 2015 at 12:37 PM
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