I woke up to 16℉ this morning when I got out of bed. There’s something fundamentally wrong with not waking up to a light warm breeze flowing through your open window, maybe blowing off the ocean. I remember Saturday mornings when I was a child with my bed shoved up against the window, the birds singing, and the smell of newly cut grass. Ahhhhh. Well, this morning didn’t start out like that. It’s winter on the Great Plains and we suffer. But we are halfway through the cold season and spring is just around the corner. I will find that groundhog and choke him if he drags this out. I hate winter.

But inside the house it is a toasty 72℉ and I have on my fuzzy slippers, so it is not as bad as I thought. It could be worse. The heater might not be working. It is and I have warm clothes and a coffee pot simmering in the kitchen.

So, it is winter outside, but toasty inside and there are books to read and books to write. I will use my time to convalesce from the back surgery I had last fall. I will do my PT daily and work diligently to get off the support system of walkers and canes. I will walk outside when I can and inside when I must. I won’t open the windows until it is time.

Inside I will work again on the half-finished novel on my laptop and enter the writing contests I have worked towards this year. I will interview other writers on this blog and tell you what I learned. Join me? And let me know if you want to get acquainted with like minds.

Oh! It’s up to 18℉!   

What are you reading, writing, creating, or viewing this week?