A deep, deep freeze is settling in to this part of the country, and a part of me just wants to let go, to surrender to the cold . . . to give up.
Understatement: Winter freezes my energy sometimes, stifling my free-flowing creativity.
Why wasn’t I born in California?
Why do I live in this frozen land?
Indeed, why does anyone live in this Not-Great White North?
We Canadians are such masochists.
Just sayin’ . . .
All empathy and sympathy accepted and appreciated.
— Popsicle Jill