It’s January 9th. I was lucky enough to have a day off work—a holiday gift so much better than the frozen turkeys of years past—and decided to nab the chance to do yard cleanup that I neglected last year. In a T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Bare-armed in January!
The snowdrops are pushing out. This usually happens after the snow—not before.
Weird days, indeed. I’m enjoying this, quite frankly, but I still have to remind myself what month it is several times a day.