KW-04 On cold noses and warm hearts

(and pesky piggers)

I think it was probably Tuesday this week, when I opened my eyes to icy windows and a cold nose, and felt proper joy at waking up for the first time in months. Last week, I mentioned that my rhythms had aligned with a sufficiency of daylight; this week, I remembered what it means.

on a normal day, you can see through these windows. On a normal day, they don’t have a solid encrusting of ice on the inside

At the end of very year, I get the winter blues, and at some point in the middle of January, I get over it. I also blog about it. Last year, I remember writing that it wouldn’t be as bad, because I was aware of it, and that I would remind myself that it always has an end. This year, I kinda forgot that a bit. Last year, the piggies helped. This year, this newsletter did the job.

Now, I know that there are plenty of people reading this, some I have talked to about it, who have not yet reached the crossover into spring, and I hope this is not insensitive if that is you, dear reader. But, oh…