We’re not getting quite the storm that the Northeast is getting, but we do have some coastal flooding; not nearly as exciting or picture-worthy. Sorry about that, Superstorm Jason.
We did get a lot of rain; some came as slush, we had a few snowflakes, and in true storm fashion, we all got pretty wet. Since it’s winter, we also got cold. But then 28 years ago, at this time, I was in Antarctica, so “cold” is a relative term. Having said that, as I get older, my body says, “cold is cold.”
Winter isn’t breaking news. Snow isn’t breaking news. Jason isn’t a catastrophe. It’s winter; however, already the daylight hours are getting longer. Most days (workdays, at least) I get out for my morning walk about 0430, so I can get my exercise before either my brain or my body knows what I’m doing. It’s nippy, but not impossible. True, I’m in Virginia, not Toledo, Cleveland, or Buffalo, where my intent would exceed my abilities. However, I notice that each day is a little brighter a little longer.
REAL BREAKING NEWS!
If, every day, I remember that it’s a little brighter a little longer, I tend to expect that everything else about that day will be just a little better. It seems that days tend not to choose the attitude, they wait for us to choose, so, when I hit the sack in about 30 minutes, I already know that tomorrow will be a little brighter, a little longer.
I wish you the same.