I love the increase in daylight during the month of January but am always happy to see the end of that long month, especially this year. Bob and I were both sick with some kind of ugly upper respiratory virus. One night, I found myself thinking that I had updated my will just in time, but fortunately we both got better in a couple of weeks and the will remains in its fireproof location.
This morning I was up before 5:00 a.m. and embraced the concurrence of the first day of February and the day before trash pick-up. As always, I cleaned appliances (a habit I picked up from Meggan Kerkenbush) and changed the furnace filter; I decided to get rid of what I think of as "wishful freezing" and pitched overbaked brownies, uninspiring pork roast, a portion or two of spaghetti sauce, and what was once a delicious side of black beans and rice. I emptied last weekend's leftovers from the refrigerator and, feeling just a little guilt, push a full trash bag in the barrel.
The sun is shining and a warm-up is promised for the weekend. Can spring be far away?
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