I was watching Bull Durham one day recently and Crash said that once in while he just needed to “howl at the moon”.  That is the way I feel.  The weather this winter has me feeling listless and hibernatingish (yes that is a real word).  I have had to take several “stop and breathe” beaks just to avoid going completely off the tracks.

HOWLING:

I hate (really hate) cold weather and ice.  I hate it that I can’t ride my motorcycle.  I hate it that people can’t come look at our house and buy it so we can move to Florida.  I hate having to wear lined pants just to walk the 100 feet from my car to work.  I hate it that the best time to look at the moon and the stars is when it is 5 degrees outside.  However, I do like it when our prissy dog won’t do his business cause it’s too cold outside and he wants to come back inside.  He just turns around in a little circle and stands at the door waiting to be let back in.

BREATHING better

I feel some better now, hope anyone reading this does too.

Ciao