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I can't wait for winter to be over.  It's so dark and cold.  It's dark outside, it's dark inside. It's cold inside.  Our electric bill is probably flying high due to constant heat use.  The wardrobe needs a few tinkering and reevaluation.  I'm coughing in the middle of phone conversations. I reckon I'm just having some very few steps, moving slow for chores, more on reading rubbish and less on doing worthwhile endeavours.

new month, new day

It's a new year.  January is moving on month.  My mom whose birthday is January nine, featured in one of my brothers shoutout. She would have been 70.  If she's still here, her opinions would still be her opinions.  She read a lot. She was up to date with political issues.  She was creative. I scan through my baby book and I'm still pretty amazed by the numbers, facts, figures and anecdotes contained in the memorabilia.

I don't really do resolutions. I wouldn't be able to remember anything.When I think of all these new gadgets and celebrities I couldn't fathom the changes on board.

At 41, I'm in a new demographic.  Mid-life?  Mid-cough?  I think of the weather

and grrrr.