I wrote two posts and hated both of them. So I amused myself by feeding the dogs peanut butter while I pondered my writing.
The cold weather has me down.
There is so much worry associated with winter. I worry about pipes freezing, heater working, cannibalism, driving on snow and ice, higher bills, less money, cars functioning, ducks dying, and most of all, will it ever end?! Typically, we have several days of cold followed by several days of less cold. I thought my thermometer was stuck on 16 degrees, but I see it is now at 12 degrees. At least I know it’s working.
It’s hard to be productive when every instinct is to huddle up and conserve energy. I look around and everything is conserving: the dogs, cats and ducks sleep more; fewer people are out; the trees did a massive dump of their leaves, and even the bunnies aren’t playing Chicken in oncoming traffic. Just as well, they usually lose.
With fewer people out, I have fewer stories to tell. Most of the tourists are gone, but the local people are starting to filter back in. We all have a love/hate relationship with the locals. They know they are our winter bread and butter so they treat us like crap, run our asses off and cheap on the tip. Work starts to be a lot less fun and pretty soon things start looking like scenes from “The Shining.”
I hope the weather breaks before I do.