Seasonal

Last week I reveled in bright sunshine,  temperatures in high seventies low eighties. This morning the outdoor thermometer registers twenty four degrees. My crankiness lives in the midst of this chill. I slogged around the house, logged in to the internet and proceeded to pay a few bills. Perhaps I might be accused of indulging in a “pity” party. It is no party! 

I wonder what this new year will bring.  Limiting activities that require many hours of my time don’t really change my outlook. Every task requires time pushing buttons to receive a robotic response that makes no sense at all. It appears I have aged out of my season of productivity!