At times, January felt like it might never end.  And yet, here we are because time keeps marching on without care or worry to the contents or the state of the world.

John began the second half of his fiscal year this past Monday and everything in our house has felt crammed and stressed and stretched and pressed and intense since.  Even this weekend felt upside down and strangely not relaxing because the shadow of what’s happening at his company is just lingering in the background of everything.

We were supposed to have brunch with my Dad and Aunt this morning but it was cancelled due to weather.  Snow began midday and hasn’t really stopped, although the accumulations seem small compared to how long it’s been consistently falling.  We shoveled tonight, took Lucy for a walk.  Came back inside, and prepared to start all over again tomorrow.

The snow isn’t supposed to stop until Tuesday morning but weather forecasts are fickle so we’ll see how tomorrow plays out.  John will begin his day at a dead sprint again and has already prepared us both for another intense week.

I’m not sure what I’ll do tomorrow (outside of my usual).  I’ll do a Sculpt class and some Peloton classes.  I’ll do laundry and wash sheets.  I’ll balance our checkbook.  I’ll eat oatmeal.  If I’m very lucky, I’ll get to read some of my book (Why Buddhism is True which I am very much enjoying).  And then we’ll have scallops for dinner (because that’s our last Home Chef meal in the fridge).  And we’ll go to bed and begin all over again on Tuesday.

I wanted the snow to feel magical today.  I wanted to feel … something, anything.  But it was a strange day, filled with low level anxiety and dissatisfaction. We both felt it.

Maybe the start of a new month, a new week, will help freshen up the current vibe.  Who knows?

I know we have successfully survived January.  And right now, that feels like something.

Xoxo, g