Waking Up Thankful the Heat Works and We Don't Have the Temperatures of the Upper, Midwest. Brrrr. I Can't Imagine Those Windchills

I'm in a bizarre Star Wars throwback craze, but rewarding myself that yesterday, Sunday, I have all but two winter session research proposals graded and ready to submit. I've made contact with the students and am heading into Martin Luther King, Jr. Day with faith and optimism that we can make a better world and that the upcoming semester can continue to provide the next generation of teachers with instruction to meet the heterogeneity of the nation. 

Not a big fan of marshmallows, but do love a hot cup of cocoa every now and again. 

I should count my blessings that winter hasn't come at the northeast in its normal fashion, unless it's Buffalo or Tug Hill, and that this is the first opportunity to gripe about the temperatures. I like above freezing (which will return next week), but for now I need to shelter these old bones. 

I also should give my brain a rest so it is ready for all to come. I haven't really offered it an opportunity to rest in some time, except for evening sleep. There's always the next project or commitment to jump into. 

Here's to blankets, shelter, and the comfort of home. Best wishes to Chitunga, too, who has had a '@#$@#' weekend with sewage backups in Iowa due to frozen plumbing. Been there, lived that, and it's absolutely disgusting and miserable. And that stuff always happen on the weekends, especially on long weekends. We have to count our blessings for any day that doesn't deliver us such adulthood crap.