It is said that the higher you fly, the harder you fall. That may explain why I haven’t smiled before noon yet this week. I was so high during the long sunny days of our January vacation in Florida that this never-ending snow and cold has sent me to a new low of grumpiness.
And I’m not alone. Everyone is out of sorts. It’s not just that we have fifty-plus inches of snow and bitter cold. There’s nowhere to put the snow. It’s piled so high on the sides of the road that we can’t see to back out of our driveway. Our street is barely one-lane wide. Anyway, there is no place to go because we have been asked to stay off the roads. Our classes—cancelled. Our library books—unreturned.
And, you may ask, why not take advantage of being stuck at home? Do some badly- needed projects. Bake that batch of brownies. Read a great book.
But then what could I complain about?