January Grumbles

Today it's official. Winter may leave ANYTIME.

The frost has permeated my bones, creeping ever deeper into my very being. My body is tense with cold. I am loath to take off my coat when I am indoors. I swaddle my head with scarves that I bought in Italy like a mamamoushka, and suddenly Islamic women do not look strange to me...they look warm. I cradle my hands in my sleeves like a monk and shiver.

The cold runs deep into the insulation of the house and furnace works furiously to warm the air chilled by the walls. Fruitlessly, it seems to me. I'll keep my coat on, thank you. It will be mid summer before the walls (and I) warm up again and then the air conditioner will take its turn.

Even the fire from my beloved fireplace has nothing to spare for me- as if all its energy is needed to keep itself burning. Instead of flickering, I think the fire is shivering.

I look at the calendar and groan. As always, January has stalled.

Today I went to a sleep specialist. I've never been a good sleeper, but right now I diognosed the problem. I was made to hibernate until spring.

And good bear skin coat would be just the thing
for me to hibernate in 'til spring.

Just need to find me a cave.