New Year Plus One

The new year for me began with a whimper, not a bang. I can't get excited over much right now. I don't feel up to it. I don't care what Mike Huckabee is doing in the Iowa caucus, because I had enough of him while he was governor of this fair state. The presidential race seems like the biggest bunch of mudslinging yet, so I tend to tune it out completely. I will vote when the time comes. Leave me alone until then.

It's cold outside. I have few reasons to go out in it, except to take the steaming pizza from the hands of the driver whose pen won't write, so I have to go find my own to sign the delivery ticket. He probably thought me rude to leave him standing on the front porch. Better than inviting him in to see how many cats we have, and that we still have nothing on the bare concrete a year after I tore it up, and that there are still boxes sitting around that I've never had the energy to unpack. It will get better. It has to, someday.