Winding Down

Ah, the 25th.

Finally, January's winding down. I'm not one to typically wish time away. Quite the contrary, in fact. I usually long to freeze time, hold it captive, keep it from slipping away. I treasure moments spent with family and friends, love the time I spend on ordinary stuff--writing, gardening, shopping. Even doing the dishes and laundry amuse me. As I said, I never wish time away. It is too precious. There is no retrieving a moment once it's lost.

But between us? I'm thrilled January is winding down. Honestly, this month has been so lousy I'll gladly fling open the door for February, hold it wide so this jarring January can make a grand exit. I'll have to resist the urge to kick the waning month in the behind as it leaves. Just doesn't seem sporting, does it? To slam a bedraggled month in the tail? No, I'll just wait for it to leave on its own--with a whimper or wail, I don't much care. Just so long as it leaves.

The 25th, huh? Only a few more days to go before The Love Month arrives. Hearts. Flowers. Cupid.

Who knows? Maybe we'll have heat by then.