Someone told me long ago that one’s “personal year” starts on the person’s birthday. Today is my birthday, and so I begin another year.
I went out this morning, planning on gifting myself with a long drive, to find that my car had been replaced with a hummock of snow. I was tempted to head out anyway, but what with this being a Monday and all, staying home might be a good thing.
Merlin agrees. I opened the door so he could go out, knowing that he wouldn’t. He looked at the snow, watched it fall, meowed in an annoyed fashion, went back to his favorite chair (mine) and is now napping.
I’ve been relegated to the computer chair, but I have the hot Ovaltine. Life is good.