I have been in hibernation. January's like that for me. After the high energy of the New Year wears off, my job becomes getting through the winter with my sanity in tact. No small job.
True, here in North Carolina, where the average January day temp hovers around 50, it's pretty easy to coast along during the daylight hours. But when darkness sets in around five o'clock, I get to feeling claustrophobic. I'm trapped in January! Will I ever escape?
It snowed last night, and it's snowing still. There is beauty everywhere. It is beauty heightened by the knowledge that it will be gone in 48 hours.
I'm knitting, knitting, knitting. I'm sitting in a rocking chair by the fire and knitting and listening to an audiobook of The Two Towers. I take the little CD player with me when I walk the dog. The Lord of the Rings is a great walking story. That's all they do, walk and walk. I am on a journey with Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippen.
In an hour, I will sit down to watch the Inauguration. Ah, the peaceful transfer of power, how I love it.
I'm a writer and a stay-at-home mom who keeps meaning to mop the floors because I think it would make me happy if I did. I love books and music and writing, spend entirely too much time in the dentist's chair (I bet I have more crowns than you do), and used to think I was sort of bohemian, but now I wonder. No tattoos. Minivan. That story.