Bertha’s new leaf is open and healthy and loving life.

Also, are there new buds forming? Is “bud” the right term?

Bertha’s new leaf is open and healthy and loving life.

Also, are there new buds forming? Is “bud” the right term?

This could probably go under the Stir Crazy Files. It seems like I talk about taking the garbage barrels out to the street way too often for comfort. I’m going to do it again, but I think the reason I do it is because it’s something that happens outside of the house. It’s as close to outside social interaction as the pandemic lets me have. How pathetic is that?
Anyway, I had to take the barrels to the street this morning. I woke up around 6:00am and I was going to get out of bed and take care of it, but I checked the weather and it was six degrees out. How about we wait and see if it warms up at all first, m’kay? I rolled over and went back to sleep.
I got up an hour later and did my full morning routine. A few months ago the trash pick up was getting here at 7:00am and I had to make sure everything was out before the sun came up. Now they are showing up mid-afternoon so I have a little breathing room. Someday it will bite me on the ass, but for today I took advantage of it.
My plan to wait and see if the air warmed up was successful. It was all the way up to eight degrees. I put on my winter coat, sighing in frustration. Then I was just about to step outside when I paused and put on a pair of gloves. Do you know what that felt like to a New Englander with 50 years of winters behind him? It felt like I was admitting defeat. I only had to walk to the side of the house, drag two barrels to the street and then come back. I need a jacket and gloves for that? What a wuss. Winter has beaten me today and I am not happy about it.
In my defense though, when I came back inside the house my glasses immediately fogged up enough that I couldn’t see. I feel like that was my spec’s way of telling me that the coat and gloves were a smart move. Thanks, spectacles.
On a totally unrelated note. I have a song stuck in my head. It’s from the movie The Hangover. I have no idea why it’s stuck in my head. How did it get there? Jen heard me singing it to myself and now she has it stuck in her head too.
We’re the three best friends that anybody could have:

I forgot to turn down the burner and messed up the quinoa. I had to throw on a second batch to recover and it wasn’t great.
Patches is totally judging my culinary skills, or lack there of.
The quinoa is on the stove and the best nine minutes of recorded music in human history is cranking out of the HomePod in the kitchen.

I have a notebook I’m using for jotting down everything that comes up at these weight loss appointments.
I’m at the appointment, patiently waiting to meet the doctor.
Where is my notebook? Why it’s sitting on my desk at home. Where else would it be?
I’m such a putz.
That sound you heard off in the distance at about 8:15am Eastern Standard Time was me screaming in frustration. Why is it still snowing? Why?
Saturday night into Sunday morning we got some snow. An inch or so of the really light fluffy stuff. Not enough to cause problems, but enough to cock up my car music plans. I shoveled the driveway and brushed off the car on the outside (we’re still locked down so we haven’t needed both cars for quite a while and that leads to snow removal laziness) and moved on with my life.
The snow kept falling, but it didn’t stick, and while the air was well below freezing, the pavement was able to warm up enough to melt what little snow I missed.
And the snow kept falling. Round about sunset the snow started sticking again. Just barely. When we woke up today there was about an inch or so of the really light fluffy stuff. Not enough to cause problems, but enough to cock up my car music plans. I shoved the driveway and brushed off both cars this time and moved on with my life.
The sky is brightening up. The sun is trying to break through the clouds.
It is still snowing just a little bit.
Perfect Week Stand. Perfect Week Exercise. Perfect Week Move. Perfect Week All Activities.
All of that work is worth it just for the blog post, babies.

We have a new trailer for the second Doctor Strange movie. There’s a voice that I recognize in there. Either Marvel is about to cross over with Star Trek or we’re getting some X-Men.
That’s so wizard, Annie… literally.
Patches on desk patrol.


No worries, we just left the house and went to a store for the first time in months.