Two days ago I shoved my scale underneath the bathroom sink. It is unreachable and I have eaten three chocolate chip cookies so far this morning.

The temperatures are soaring into the mid-thirties and I’m thinking of spring, ground that it is not icy. Mud and tulips but it’s going to be winter in two more days.

Remember: once you get past that hump of the shortest day, then you get one more minute each evening (but still one less in the morning). Until somewhere around January 18th, when things even out and the day starts to expand. A minute less of dark in the morning, one minute more of light in the evening. The day stretches. There is light.

I can practically hear children screaming, laughing as they run through sprinklers.

Please pass the cookies.