Three Degrees

I neglected this little blog last week. I gave you one post. That's it. One. I kept meaning to write again but I just never got around to it. I was busy at work (which included a work-related home visit to the very western edge of our county...I got lost and almost ran out of gas and then freaked because I thought I might die on the side of the road in a town named Victoria which, though sad, would seem so poetic somehow - Vikki dying in Victoria). I was also busy at home (I needed to finish all four seasons of The L Word, don't you know). I think the real reason I haven't blogged, however, is the weather. I am so tired of the cold and the gray and the snow. This happens to me every February and March. I begin to lose faith that Spring will arrive someday and start to think that my eyelids will be permanently frozen to my eyeballs. At this very moment, it is three degrees outside. Three is a great number when you are talking about the number of glasses of wine you had with your friends or the number of brownies you ate for breakfast but not so great when you are talking air temp. It is just too cold here. It is too cold to be cheerful. My brain will thaw soon, though. I will be picking up my new glasses today or tomorrow and you know what even the weakest sun can do when it shines through a magnifying glass...