january

Nothing grows in the month of January. The same is true for February.

Chick wants to move south - she does not like the cold. In many ways I like the changing of the seasons. That's what life is about - change. All people continue to change. Some consider it to be aging but I like to think of it as evolving. If you stop changing, or evolving or adapting, you're dead.

But as I was attempting to put a winter coat on Hank in Red Lobster today, I began to understand Chick's thought process.

I doubt that I will spend the rest of my life in my current state. Or State. I like changing and evolving and adapting.

Jack is gone. A cat can't bite a little girl and expect to live. She didn't cry - and neither did he.

That's life.

I want to move to New England. Everyone seems smarter in New England. I am tired of stupid people. I'm really not that smart but at least I take my Christmas lights down by Valentine's Day. Okay, maybe the people who leave Christmas lights up are just lazy, but the line between stupid and lazy is thin.

Snow is coming. I hope it covers the new dog shit. I don't think I could ever take a crap in the snow - I don't know how the dogs do it. I imagine that they really aren't happy about it either, but that is their life.

Shit in the snow. Makes it tough to dot the 'i'.