By the time I reach the office, I am suffering from sea sickness due to millions of frost heaves in the road.
I would rather: clean the toilet/oven/floss my teeth/dust/vacuum/clip dog nails than do morning chores.
You feel a sense of giddiness when the night-time temps do not go below the teens.
When you discover that you are still wearing your socks as you enter the shower.
The cats are sleeping with the dogs on purpose.
I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but thought I would try to end the Longest Winter in the History of Mankind on a humorous note (Note to the Universe - I'm ending it early. So sue me.) It's either that or the fact that the sun is out and it's going to be in the mid-thirties (positive) the entire week has made me lightheaded.
I had the usual fun weekend - spending lots of $ at the mechanic, parental duties, a nice visit with my middle sister (yay!), errands, wash, rinse, repeat. I try to make Sunday a no-drive day, but because of my crap-of-dawn appointment with the mechanic, I had to stretch errands out over the two days. When I awoke on Sunday (I will NEVER adjust to these idiotic time changes), it was. Snowing. I will admit that my usual sunny disposition plummeted into despair. I mean, really? We haven't had enough? And who says we haven't? The poor chickens and sheep suffered, as I refused to go outside. I begrudgingly went out at 9:30 and did the bare minimum. Everyone - furred and feathered included - seems to be exhausted by this weather. When the snow stopped, I did some composting and then went to the transfer station with my recycling. Where I met more exhausted, grumpy people. Then I drove to my friend's house to pick up my co-op order and meaty bones for the dogs. Then I came home and took the dogs for a short walk. The poor things were so confused! We have not walked on leash for at least two months. Just as they were back into the hang of it, a blizzard appeared and we had to double-time back to the house. I swear I am going to get one of those baby sling things. It's too difficult handling two leashes with the drama queen doxie in my arms.
I fought back by making a favorite, fragrant dish - Mixed Bean Masala with Golden Fragrant Rice. When I need comfort, I head toward Indian food. I love this because it is spicy without being too spicy, stewy, multi-layered, and simple. I adore the rice - bright, vibrant golden yellow from the turmeric, with hints of bay, clove and cinnamon. YUM. I packed up two 'TV' dinners (as my mother refers to them) and put them in the freezer to take up next weekend. I am expanding their culinary horizons.
I also blasted through a book between Friday night and Saturday morning. One of my favorite cartoonists (from The New Yorker) is Roz Chast. She penned (and colored) a graphic book/memoir, entitled "Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant?", that was reviewed on NPR. I LOVE this book. It takes the reader - pictorially - through her dealings with her aging parents until their deaths. It is so honest - funny and sad. I highly recommend it.
I am planning to celebrate this 'new extra hour of daylight' by cleaning out the barn when I get home tonight. I do know how to have fun, don't I?