My house is filled with a stinky, acrid odor because I am cleaning my oven. Well, really, I set it to self-clean a couple hours ago, and I’ll be wiping it out using about twenty paper towels in a couple more hours. I had to open windows so I wouldn’t be asphixiated by the stink.
My Christmas tree still stands in the living room, and occasionally in the evenings we still plug it in to revel in its pre-lit splendor. But all the ornaments, and its skirt, are gone.
I am hungry this afternoon. We have chocolate pie in our refrigerator, but I am eating sugar snap peas (an undeniable treat, and something I often impulse-buy), a turkey-and-cheese rollup, and a few cruddy-looking green olives. Because they are healthier than the pie.
Yes, it is January. Sigh.
I should think of January as a gateway to spring.