False Spring
It’s February. A month ago I posted about an ice storm that had me homebound for five days. Today the sun plays peek-a-book with a bank of steely, rain-laden clouds. I witnessed a magnificent rainbow just outside my window mere minutes ago. It’s gorgeous, blustery, green and gray day. In February. It also happens to be the Super Bowl, which I care little about. I’m staying home instead of attending the traditional family gathering, so the house is mine today. As of this writing, I’ve already revised fifty-one pages today and plan to do an additional 45 pages before I call it a day. I’ve spent time with my writing friends, co-working via a Discord video call, and I’m hoping I can FaceTime my mom before the afternoon wears on much further. And of course, I’ll read a bit and maybe do a chore or two before my evening work…