I haven't been writing lately because frankly nothing blog-worthy has been happening. It's been like the movie Groundhog Day. Same thing, day after day.
I'm sure part of that has to do with working from home. Every day, I get up at either 5:00 or 6:00 (depending on my shift), feed the dogs, drag a comb through my hair and brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee and something to eat and commute all the way to the basement. I sit on my balance ball (yes, I am "that" person), log on to the computer, slap on my headset, and work for the next 8 hours with the dogs asleep and snoring all around me. My work routine is roughly the same every day. After I sign off, I take the dogs for a walk, spend an hour on the treadmill, shower and start dinner.
Lately, I can't seem to stay awake past 9:00. John says I am well qualified to be a TV and movie critic for AARP - rating shows based on their first 15 minutes. Apparently he thinks a lot of other people over the age of 50 have the same problem staying awake that I do. I reminded him that I didn't have this problem before we purchased such comfy furniture. Darn recliners!
So I think I am stuck in a bit of a rut.
But it's finally March. The light at the end of the wintery tunnel.
You would think working from home and not having to drive in the snow and sleet 5 days a week would make me more tolerant of this season. You might also think that moving to the St. Louis area, where the weather is much less severe, would make a difference to me as well. Nope. I don't appreciate autumn as much as I should because of what is coming around the bend. December is OK only because of Christmans. Aside from the comfort food that accompanies the season - soups, stews and roasts - there is pretty much nothing I appreciate about January and February. (Note to Hannah: This has nothing to do with the fact that your birthday is in January. You were the winter highlight of 1992.)
It has occured to me that nothing changes for me once warmer weather arrives but exchanging the treadmill for the walking path outside. That probably means more to me than I ever considered. That, along with tending to flowers and herbs in the garden, watching birds in the backyard trees, and grilling dinner most nights can get me out of any kind of funk. A warm weather rut, I can handle.
So let the countdown begin. March 20 can't come too soon.