Snow day two, verdict: cold. I’m beginning to think all vacations should be either one day or at least a week. A day’s just short enough not to feel guilty about whatever you’re relieved from. Anything longer than that and you need at least a week to leave the guilt behind.
Strange how all the Spring catalogues show up the first week of January. The fashion industry seemingly skips Winter rushing straight from an over-insulated Fall to prematurely bare Resort season. Taunting you, daring you, to count the months until the sun returns. If you start working out now, that bikini might actually look good by the time you can wear it. Of course, they’ll be selling scarves by then, July and all.
My how I would love a trip to a sunny beach somewhere south of the equator about now. You and me and the bottle makes three…nice dream.
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