Yesterday the wind was fierce. So bad, in fact, a friend in town from Minnesota was left surprised and breathless from it. And today the temperature plunged into the single digits.
She has winter weather war stories that will play in Minnesota of all places. Imagine that.
I am tired enough today that, despite drinking out of a cup like a big girl for several years now, I just dribbled my much-needed coffee. Not sure which is worse: the potential mess, or the fact that between starting this sentence and ending it, I’d forgotten the punchline.
As I said, tired.
On this flat, gray Monday, the gears in my head failing to catch, the entire outside tired of winter, I am not heading into my week inspired. I would like to be inspired, of course. Who doesn’t want to be inspired?
But instead I am much like the weather, as though it has seeped all the way through. Which it does, around this time in February.
Spring’s got to show up at some point, right?
Anyway I hope you’re having a much sharper start to the week than I am. Have a great Monday.