I was just thinking...

Winter. Not even the word sounds inviting.  Not like 'spring' with its uplifting 'ing' at the end forcing your voice to rise with a positive note.  No, 'winter' ends with a thud and comes off your tongue in an dull low note like a brick hitting mud.  Cold winds, icy fingers, dry skin put winter at the bottom of the four season 'like' column.  Short days make us grumpy, wearing a too heavy coat in the car makes us uncomfortable, and who can live with hat hair and static cling? A million years ago when I wore panty hose to work I kept...

 Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. I remember hearing this when I was growing up.. It was a mantra when days had a false start and the way out the door became the biggest challenge facing an already stressed morning.  Its raining and I need to stop for gas on the way to work.  My allergies are killing me. Sleep was not on the agenda last night. I stepped in mud on the way out the door and even though I knew it was there I still hit the pothole and spilled coffee on the white blouse I actually ironed this morning.  Some days are just harder...