
Nine Snowboots

December thoughts
The year is winding down. I’m preparing to go to New Brunswick for my regular Christmas visit with the family; my travel arrangements up there have all been taken care of. I haven’t bothered with Christmas shopping yet; my cash flow was a little tight until my last paycheque came in, and my tolerance for the malls has dropped over the years. Everything costs too much money now.

Dispatches from the pandemic wall
Writing always requires a certain amount of motivation, even if only for attention.

A bad case of "not wanting to do anything if I don't absolutely have to"
Why does January feel like an eternity this year? I know it always seems to drag, but this year it really seems like New Years Day was four months ago instead of four weeks.