Hi. J Monkeys here, channeling my inner Ross Geller. Can’t you just hear him, in that whiny, dejected voice saying “Hi.” Oooh, maybe I can find a video on YouTube. Yup. Here it is. I feel like the 3rd one.
I’ve got the winter blues. It’s been WICKED cold here in CT for the last week or two. I don’t know, it feels like forever. I can’t seem to summon the energy to do anything other than huddle in front of the fire, wearing my warmest sweatshirt, bundled in a blanket, watching a movie.
Yeah, yeah, I’ve been working in my office – reorganizing, cleaning and getting rid of the clutter. But the job isn’t done yet. I’ve got a good 7 hours to go. And I’ve been working toward my other January goals, too. But I’m feeling down. I’d love to get out and go for a walk, but I’ve been busy with boring household chores and the wind chill hasn’t been very inviting.
I get like this every year this time. I hold out hope that Punxsutawney Phil will predict an early spring, but it always seems to come around March 21st no matter what the rodent says. Maybe I need a viewing of Groundhog Day. Or maybe a pedicure. Either way, my creative juices seem to be frozen, along with any motivation I usually manage to muster. What’s a girl to do? Maybe I should check IMDB and see what Mr. S has got going on. Hmm. I haven’t seen Disconnect or What Masie Knew. Maybe I should get them on Netflix.
Today’s secret: I’m frozen. And not just because I keep the thermostat at 58.
Today’s question: How do you recharge your batteries when the sputter out on you? Unfortunately, a much needed trip to the Caribbean is out of the question.
