|"Trees in January"|
I’ve spent a quiet weekend burrowed inside from the cold. I ventured out only twice, once Saturday and once on Sunday.
It rained all day Sunday. It’s supposed to get warmer through the night, then the arctic air hits Monday (today) and we’ll have wind chills below zero.
It won’t be nearly as bad as many of you in other parts of the country and the world have it, but it will be very cold for this area of Virginia.
Over the weekend, I read a lot. In fact, I finished my first book of 2014, a mystery by John Sandford. Sandford is the pen name for John Camp, a writer who won a Pulitzer as a journalist.
I read the first of the Lucas Davenport series, Rules of Prey. It was not only scary and intense, but well written.
I also took some naps, sat by the fire with Chase Bird, played with him, did some household chores and watched some TV with Larry.
I didn’t do much adventuring this weekend, as you might guess.
I’ve had to come to the realization that the holidays are really over. The extra time off from work, the changes in schedule for the past two weeks—it’s all done, over with. Now it’s back to the usual.
That thought doesn’t appeal to me. But I’m pushing through my reluctance.
I’ve got work to do for the newspaper.
And I will get my business license for the freelance editing this week. I tried to get it last week, but I had missed a step in the process and had to take care of that bit of business first. I look forward to telling you when I’m officially in business.
And there are some other writing projects percolating.
I’ve just got to shake myself out of my semi-stupor and get back into the routine, with my new sense of adventure.
Are you ready to get back into more of a normal routine? Or has that already happened for you?