It’s 38 degrees outside and, as they say, feels a lot colder because of the wind from the normally balmy Southwest.
Enough to make you want to avoid doing anything outside, even though it’s otherwise a nice day, sunny with clear skies.
Maybe it’s the chill, but I’m mired in depression this morning, for no good reason, and finding it hard to kick into gear, although I did the final (much postponed) garden clean-up this morning and wrote a long email to one of my customers (which he, a fellow warrior, has already sent acknowledgement and thanks).
Still having intermittent internet connectivity problems, still putting off a decision to haul into Best Buy to look for an external hard drive, can’t decide whether to go to any holiday fairs or do work (yard or otherwise) today.
Trying to pick the best solution for my temporary cash flow problems, which bills to pay right away, or to decide whether or not it’s worth the energy to negotiate an overnight for Bob one of these weekends.
I thought about hauling to Plymouth Center last night for the kick-off to their holiday season, but considering it would be almost 2 hours just to drive there and back, it seemed a fanciful but dumb idea.
Not looking forward to Monday morning, when I’m picking Peter up so that he can make a 4:20 AM bus connection to Logan. It would, of course, be much worse to be Peter for this little junket, as it would be a lot worse to be Peter tomorrow, when he needs to drive to Northwest of Boston and back for a family get-together, and snow is predicted.
No, I do not envy my son over the course of the next 5 days, nor anyone or anything else, great or small, who has to cope with this spell of winter weather.