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Robin redbreast and two exquisite red-headed finches sat on a tree next to the Purple House this morning singing their hearts out. What do they know that I don't know? I wondered.
Plus I had a fabulous weekend.
And managed to track down the Meezer who'd been MIA in the frozen tundra for a week or so.
Still. Feeling anxious, unsettled, untethered. Avoiding deep thoughts. In my dreams, I'm cooking and look around suddenly to realize that the room where I'm cooking is crawling with maggots. Or I'm driving and I look down and all-of-a-sudden notice that the red gas tank needle is teetering on empty. It's that second glance that reveals the peril, right? So if you want to avoid peril, all you gotta do is avoid that second glance! I mean, that's just logical, right?
At least I have a strategy.
Apparently, there's something called the Accumulated Winter Season Severity Index. It measures misery associated with weather. This year -- no surprise -- it's very high. Yeah, it has been an awful winter. And it was such a mild winter last year. I remember worrying because the daffodils in Cassandra's yard were coming up waaaay too early.
If the weather were better, I could think about all the stuff I really need to think about far more effectively. But honestly, the only real planning I can do right now is planning how I'm gonna successfully navigate the various black ice fields coating the sidewalks with three inches of frictionless surface gloss. Don't wanna slip, fall, and break something.
Plus I had a fabulous weekend.
And managed to track down the Meezer who'd been MIA in the frozen tundra for a week or so.
Still. Feeling anxious, unsettled, untethered. Avoiding deep thoughts. In my dreams, I'm cooking and look around suddenly to realize that the room where I'm cooking is crawling with maggots. Or I'm driving and I look down and all-of-a-sudden notice that the red gas tank needle is teetering on empty. It's that second glance that reveals the peril, right? So if you want to avoid peril, all you gotta do is avoid that second glance! I mean, that's just logical, right?
At least I have a strategy.
Apparently, there's something called the Accumulated Winter Season Severity Index. It measures misery associated with weather. This year -- no surprise -- it's very high. Yeah, it has been an awful winter. And it was such a mild winter last year. I remember worrying because the daffodils in Cassandra's yard were coming up waaaay too early.
If the weather were better, I could think about all the stuff I really need to think about far more effectively. But honestly, the only real planning I can do right now is planning how I'm gonna successfully navigate the various black ice fields coating the sidewalks with three inches of frictionless surface gloss. Don't wanna slip, fall, and break something.
