so there!

the weatherman has been proven to be a charlatan and a liar. at least today. snow. thpbbb! right. lies. all lies! fantasy-land and LIES! and me with my hopes all up even though i know better. ha! the sky is bright and blue. the sun up and shining. the clouds are white and fluffy. it's cold cold cold but it looks like spring. and so i obeyed The Almighty Jog. inga, such a devote disciple, barked and rolled around when she realized her mama was un-resigning herself to a day spent holed up indoors. my paintings have been moved outside in to the fresh and true light. i will be good. i know that the time is here when i must make the most of my beautiful days. soon, they will be sparse and then, i'll be a hermit once again. a winter shut-in who waits on the mail-lady and drinks too much coffee and wears mittens all day long and reads fairy-tales while the rest of the world spins and spins out in the cold white day. not me. i've got big plans this winter. the best of which is to keep warm.