Winter is taking its toll. I’m not only bored by the long days inside, I’m depressed and logy. And I’m in Florida, missing the fifty inches of snow piled in my yard, the repeating storms and bad roads, the shut-in feeling when the night falls at four pm.
We’ve had our bad weather here in the Panhandle. It snowed twenty miles North an event that occurs every thirty or forty years. Rain has preceded every storm in Georgia, South Carolina, on up. Heavy rain that keeps me inside and makes the internet connection act like a drunken butterfly.
In between the storms has been an unbelievably thick fog. If you remember the horror movie, “The Fog,” then you have a good idea what it’s been like taking the dog for his necessary walk.
The isolation has drained any energy from my muse. I want to sleep late, go to bed early and eat comfort foods. I know that sounds familiar. Ah, hot tea, popcorn, chocolate, I could go on for hours.
When I spent the winters in Connecticut I had a few tricks to get
This too shall pass.
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