Earlier I had an errand at a local library which is the reason for the lateness of my post. I got dressed and left even before I’d finished the papers. It was sunny and 45˚ when I got into the car. All of a sudden it was cloudy and rainy, a light rain at first then a heavy rain then it stopped almost as quickly as it had begun. Now the sky is cloudy and a strong wind is blowing. I don’t care. I’m home and comfortable and going nowhere.

Here is my bad movie for the day: 500 MPH Storm. The scientist saves us all by directing a beam at they of the storm. He is with his wife and teenage son, probably 17 or so, saving them from the storm. The kid is a whiner castigating his father the whole way. He cries and calls for his mother. I’d have let the storm take the kid. I began to think of him as storm bait, maybe a sacrifice like a virgin thrown into a volcano to please the gods.

Winter makes me lazy. A freezing day keeps me inside. I want warmth and comfort. I want chicken noodle soup or maybe tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. I want my afghan wrapped around me and my dog beside me. Languid is the word of the day.

I don’t mind eating the apple peel, and I like the crusts of bread toasted. I used to spit out orange seeds. Now there aren’t any. Because I hate cutting around the pit of a mango, I looked it up on Google and watched a video, but I still think a mango is a lot of work. Bananas should be peeled from the opposite end of the pointed tip. Most people don’t peel their bananas that way. Monkeys do. You need a sharp knife to cut a pineapple. I buy already cut fresh pineapple. It’s far easier. When I eat fruit, I have to share with Henry. His favorite is kiwi.