The Last Gasp, or Grasp, of Winter

This Torin Porter sculpture never gets old. I am counting on it as an emblem of winter’s final passing. Do not tell me what I already know–that this sort of optimism often leads to heartache. Link is below.



Coming In From The Cold

It’s deadly cold out there, which means cabin fever, which leads to desperate acts, like house cleaning. Here are my musings, and survival strategies, for the tail end of this New England winter: