I can’t wait until it’s time to pack away the heated blanket, boots, mittens and heavy coats for good. Not that I wear much of that here in the Lou; if the weather is that bad, I’m not going anywhere. You’d think after spending most of my life in the Snow Belt of America I’d be used to a little inclemency, but that is not the case.

It’s been a long winter. At least, they all seem that way by the time the end of February rolls around. It seems once you’re over forty, you’re a little more conscious of the season, and somehow certain seasons appear to pass more swiftly than others. You can’t put the brakes on, so I’m thinking the best thing to do is roll with it and appreciate each day for what it is. Like my fellow Goddess says, “There’s aluminum linings everywhere, if you can’t afford the silver.”

I can work with that.