I was looking for something specific in my old blog posts and came across this one, when husband and I visited the Detroit Institute of Art (DIA) on a cold January day back in 2014. It doesn’t seem like it’s been 8 years since we were there. We need to go again.

Time is flying by, and standing still at the same time as we shiver through another January. Today is the last day of the month, finally, and I’ve always said February is short, and then it’s kinda almost sorta spring.

We’ll see.

This day last year I had just arrived in Alabama for a few weeks respite from the cold. I wish I could be there now, but I promised Katie I’d stick around. And I can’t take her so far away from her vet these days. I know she’s missing adventure just like I am.

I went to the post office this morning to complain about shoddy mail delivery. All I got was rolled eyes and a statement that they couldn’t do anything about my lost mail. I didn’t expect they could, but I did expect an apology. What happened to customer service?

Katie is feeling better today than the other night when I thought maybe it was time to let her go. I’m sure she’ll post more about how she’s doing soon. She’s getting her nails done this afternoon, but I doubt she’ll feel that’s much of an adventure at all.

We’re still being safe here, I’m ordering my groceries online and picking them up with no contact from anyone. I miss browsing at the grocery store, but I don’t miss the frustration of empty shelves, the lack of checkout lanes open, or pushing a cart through a slushy parking lot in a blizzard. I may stick with this online thing even after covid.

Do you think there will be an ‘after covid?”

I was going to write a post about the word game Wordle. But randomness flowed instead. If I think about it there’s a connection there. But that’s for another post.