I don’t know why, but I thought that it would be less dangerous and warmer when I took Stewie out for a walk. The cold was biting and I slipped in a few places. I don’t know what I was thinking. I have decided that if the sidewalks are possibly icy, they are not for me.
It is gray and gloomy, kind of matching the feeling of the past few days as violence continues to rear its ugly head and the national government does absolutely nothing to make us feel better, or more importantly, move toward change. Instead of the progress we expect, regression is the current mode.
It is quiet this morning and the lack of grandkids is quite telling. It is nice to have a morning that one can take for oneself and do something or just not.
The flu remnants are still with me but it is so much better than it was so I am not complaining.
The mark of Christmas has finally been totally removed from our house, the Christmas dishes are put away and the French pottery back in place. It was enjoyable having coffee in the French mugs that are similar and yet not ‘perfectly’ the same. I noticed that with two of them out, one of them had a decidedly larger opening, kind of funny to see in this day and age of mass production.
Today on the agenda, waiting for a guy to come and hard wire the new doorbell we bought and put in the new spotlights on the patio. The house is to be cleaned today as well.
I am hoping to the get to the gym and also to the grocery store, as I need provisions for making Boeuf à la Bourguignonne for MK’s birthday celebration this weekend. I am making the main course and everyone else is bringing something. That is a real treat.
We have a play on Saturday and then MK’s birthday celebration on Sunday. Keeping busy is a Koerner way of life.