Here is our chance to do all the romantic traditional winter things. Cuddle up under warm blankets. Sit next to blazing hot fireplaces. Drink thick warm mugs of hot chocolate. Wear heavy sweaters and wool socks while reading Percy Bysshe Shelley under the glow of a warm lightbulb.
You get the picture.
I’m an advocate of a ladle lying next to a stovetop with a big pot of gumbo or chili gurgling inside.
Get ready to have a three day affair with your long underwear. My Long John’s are going to be pissed come Wednesday after seventy-two hours of being rubbed between my hip hop thighs.
The mightiest of Midwesterners will be drinking coffee and bourbon next to the backyard fire pit.
Don’t be surprised to see a fraternity boy or a middle aged dad wearing shorts outside. The Sigma Nu at Kincade’s watching college basketball drinking Pabst and the suburban dad standing in line at The Jewels getting a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread.
I’m worried about Betty the Green Blazer outside in the cold. Thoughts and prayers for my old girl.
And remember common sense.
Pets and seniors… make sure to keep your eye on them.
The cold crisp January skies should give us a perfect template to star gazing. Our Milky Way neighbors will be out and about these next ten days. I drew up a diagram for you to reference down in the grabber section.
Big week for college football and American politics.
Now I met Coach Woody Hayes when I was a young boy, but I talk to Our Lady on a daily basis. So I’m going with Our Lady of Victory Monday night over Sloopy from Columbus.
As for the inauguration on Monday… half of us are eager, half of us are rejected.
I’m going with today’s quote from Tecumseh. We need to stay strong together and get through life’s every changing challenges.
My teapot is whistling at me.
Go be astonished on a wintery day
