I'm suffering from a severe case of the Mid-Winter Blahs. The holidays have been over for a number of weeks and all that looms on the short-term horizon are grey days and chilly nights.
Barely left the house this weekend. Spent most of it under the covers watching movies and football. Or sleeping. I'm on the second book from my Hugo list, but I've been having trouble getting into it. Also, I've got a couple of client meetings on Monday, and I'm just dreading them.
I'd like to fly to St. Somewhere, but I think I need two solid months of beach living. Or that's what my Mid-Winter brain is telling me, anyway. A long weekend or a week just doesn't feel like it will be enough. I'm constantly hearing the words of Rogers Hornsby playing over and over in my head.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. - Rogers HornsbyIt really doesn't have anything to do with missing baseball at all. But I have been doing my fair share of staring out the window and waiting for Spring.
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Or not...whatever.