If only seen through the window, today is the definition of a lovely winter’s day. It has squint your eyes sun, only a bit of wind, and a blue sky, but it’s cold, downright cold at 27˚, the high for the day. I gasped a bit when I went to get the papers.

My house is a mess. Boxes filled with Christmas are stacked in the kitchen. The living room has pine needles all over the floor. Henry hair is in clumps up and down the hall. Both trees, real and fake, are covered by giant plastic bags. The once lovely Christmas tree needs to go outside while the ugly pine is cellar bound. I exhausted myself yesterday bringing up boxes and filling them. The couch still has all the ornaments on it. I need a couple of boxes more bought up, filled and then stacked before I vacuum. I’m missing the box with all the lights. It is somewhere in the pile of boxes still in the cellar. I’ll hunt later.

I woke up in the afternoon. I went to bed around 2:30 and then read a bit. I was exhausted from lugging boxes from the cellar and putting stuff away but found I couldn’t get to sleep. Finally, the words on the pages started to jumble so I put the book down. I fell asleep in a minute.

When I worked, I was up by 5:15 at the latest. On weekends, I slept until 8, late for me. When I travel, I am in bed early and up early. On my last trip to Ghana, I was awake by 6. That was the last time I saw 6. Now I am up mostly until the wee hours. Sleep is a bit elusive, but it doesn’t matter. I can now sleep through the morning and get a good night, loosely used here, sleep.

Kerchiefs are gone despite their handiness. They are stuffable into pockets which made them easy to carry. Wearing a kerchief to church made it a hat. Using one to cover curlers or bobby pins allowed for leaving the house. Rolling one up made it a bandana to be worn around the head or neck, more decorative than useful. They were rain hats and sweat absorbers. They were accessories. Their disappearance left a hole now filled by a variety of fashion accents. The scarf is really a fancy kerchief as is an ascot. In the movies cowboys wore bandannas knotted around their necks. The pashmina is a long kerchief now quite fashionable. Regardless, a kerchief despite any other name is still a kerchief.

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