Well here we are.  January’s come and gone and I haven’t accomplished shit.  My New Years resolution was to put Trump in my rear view mirror and head down any scenic highway that leads to normalcy.  And then January 6th happened.  Now it’s Valentines Day.  Wouldn’t you know it it’s 5 below zero and there’s at least three inches of snow in the drive.  Actually it’s seven or eight in some places if you count the drifts by the garbage cans and the ridge of what is now an impenatrable barricade  of ice at the end of my driveway thanks to the asshole driving the city snowplow.

So that’s just my luck and now I can’t get out and buy that Valentines Day gift for my wife.  This year I was going to make it super special.  Like, it’s our 50th or something like that. I know she would never want me to take the chance driving around on these slick streets, and then you throw in covid and, well of course it just doesn’t make sense to take those kinds of risks. It’s a shame.  I know she really looks forward to this day every year, er, I mean we do.  I guess I’ll just have to make the best of it and watch basketball all day.  It all just sucks.