The days are short. The air is frigid. The ground is covered with ice and snow and salt and sand. I thank God for my garage even though when I stepped down on the first step into my garage this morning I stepped on a small bag of trash that Danielle had deposited there sometime in the middle of the night. She must have cleaned her bathroom. Lucky me. I had my hands and arms full of course as I was headed off to my semi-frozen car parked in my rightful spot in the garage. I somehow grabbed the short railing to keep myself from turning an ankle or spilling my travel mug of coffee. Just another day in the neighborhood.
This is the time of year that I find myself arriving home at night and sitting on the couch until time to go to bed. It is dark and cold out. In my head I know that I am still able to run errands, exercise, clean my house, etc. But it is dark and cold out and my couch needs me. So if anyone wants or needs me I will be holding down the couch waiting for spring.
Wistful Wednesday: Far Guy’s Family
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