Winter Duldrums

It's been a week since the last post; I've been pondering which classic to read for February.  Am I feeling the vibe for Victor Hugo or Leo Tolstoy?  At this particular moment, I'm feeling the need for sun and sand, margaritas and long walks on a beach.  Man, I really don't like winter...it's not that I don't like the peace brought about by the brisk mornings.  I just don't like my outdoor activity hampered.  Having said that, this week I did take a jog at the local nature park, running the trails in the chilly weather on the wet grass and mud.  I can only do that when its not sleeting, snowing, misting, raining or generally miserable due to the inconsistent, ever-shifting Indiana weather.  Not to mention that due to this change of barometric pressure, my skin is holding on to moisture for dear life.  One day its 50 with sun, the next day, 19 with a 0 degree wind chill.  OK, enough "poor me" pity language.  Tune in next week to see which novel made the cut for February.

The sun just peeked it's glorious face through the clouds for about a minute--only the second time I've seen a glimpse of sunlight in a week.  Iprefer this kind of sunny day...