Today I love this brisk, crisp morning with the clouds scudding by overhead, heading to some destination in the north, possibly a cloud white sale or something that would make clouds rush like that. I love that they are obviously in the jet stream and therefore that same jet stream is right over us and that usually means changing weather. I love that Environment Canada agrees with that and says that we will have a little January Thaw happening today and tomorrow. I love that I got the driveway blown out before the snow got heavy with the milder temperatures and hard to move. I love that curling starts up again tonight, really looking forward to playing again. I love that I’m returning to the Bleeding Carrot this afternoon to host the open mic once again. I love the downtown and all the history that is on those streets, what store was where fifty years ago and who’s aunt or father worked in which department. I love this little city and its long standing reputation of being a little bit of everything down through the ages, rowdy and drunk, chillin’ and dry sober, art and cultural center, hick town, tourist area and agricultural hub. I love this crazy, mixed up, fun and serious town.
Today I love that the weekend is almost upon us and we are feeling somewhat better. I love that we are well enough to return to regular tasks, though I’m still feeling like I should be on somewhat light duty even though I’m not sure how I’m going to restrain myself. I love that we took two days off and the world did not ‘splode, and I love that there is a weekend on the other side of this day, so we can continue to regain our health in the comfort of the cottage after the Saturday Market run.
Today I love sunny mornings in January. I love snow that gets packy and easy to form into snow people. I love making snow people, though it really is better as a group activity. I love the taste of air that is right around the freezing temperature after a few days of really cold freezing temps. I love that even though my chest hurts a bit I feel better in the cold air, likely because cold air has a higher percentage of oxygen by volume and I am very addicted to oxygen.
Today I love drinking coffee on the front porch in the cold morning air while a snow person stares back at me and wonders, “Where did I come from, what’s that hot stuff in that mug, and who is that person watching me?”