Back away from the screen, Meri. You've got a meeting in less than two hours and it's gonna take an hour to get there. (But it's cold outside.) (I like my nice, warm jammies.) (Can't I just stay home?)
January's over and with it, the Notes to Myself. Time for something new. February has always seemed like a doldrums month to me, at least. It's still chilly outside. Though there are some signs that spring intends to return before long, it hasn't happened yet. Usage is dropping off at the Y, as New Years Resolutions lose their steam as motivation when you're tired or cranky or sore and you just plain don't want to sit on the exercise bike another minute. And then there's the U.S. political scene. I can't even bear to go there right now. My Facebook feed is a choice between political diatribes and puppies talking back to their humans. The future looks bleak right now, with climate change deniers in charge of protecting the environment. With "alternative facts" and the ascendancy of the alt-right. It's time to look inside for magic, because it seems in short supply everywhere else.
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