Because I'm nowhere near ready and choose not to think about how many days left until Christmas, I've decided to count how many days left until Ground Hog's Day.
It's close my friends, and even though I know those creatures never give us a break on that day, February 2nd still remains a harbinger of spring. I'm looking forward and according to my calculations, we only have to wait a mere 47 days to celebrate the end of this bitter cold. This day won't come soon enough.
Today I had to go down the icy back steps to drag the big Leo McSissybritches up to the porch. He was too much a fraidy pants to climb them himself. I simply can't wait for spring.
Well, off to clear a path near the front door. Right now it's clogged like a cardiothoracic surgeon's dream arteries. There are boots, hats, mittens, scarves and gloves muckin' up the not so spacious entry.