January 2nd, 2011

caillebotte_man at his window

Here Today

The second day of 2011 is almost over and were I to write a check I'm still writing January 1 on my checks. My memory just isn't what it used to be back at the beginning of the year.

But it's hard to keep track of time when the days all feel so much alike. Despite hours of sunlight and the disappearance of the snow, the air outside today was exactly like yesterday's air, chilly and smelling of smoke from fireplaces, and the air inside is still stuffy and smelling of furnace heat.

I'm not satisfied with either indoors or out. I wish I'd bought a pomegranate Saturday. Biting little red berries that squirt tangy-sweet juice onto my tongue would be something to counteract the monotony.

Happy January 3rd.

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