“The more I know, the less I understand.”

My glasses are sitting crooked on my face because they have a defective ear piece and must be replaced. I am looking out the sliding doors in my dining room. I see the pieces of rotten wood and the pieces of new wood to replace them. The painter’s car engine blew several weeks ago and thus he has not been able to do a lick of work on the deck.

Hmmm, what else? Strangely, my voice has not returned to normal although the virus hit me in late October. Oh, yeah, my Mac must be taken in because it keeps turning itself off and I have to reboot it. Plus the frigid temperatures. Other than that….

There are sugary treats galore. Now on my kitchen counter and soon-to-be on my hips. What’s a girl to do besides eat when it is too cold to venture out of the house? Of course, I could clean windows, scour cupboards, etc. But January is more of a procrastination month than anything else. Christmas has wiped everybody out, why do more wiping?

Sometimes having nothing to do is a treat. At other times it feels like a penalty and you get cabin fever. This time of year always feels impossible to me. New beginnings are like molasses in January; they may happen but very slowly.

When I have a sane moment, I giggle. I repeat mantras that shake me awake. Then I pop a treat into my mouth and it’s back inside the crazy mind. It is good to remember how unreal I am and how real my realization of this can be if I let it all go by. Yeah, folks, it’s just a crazy dream.

I don’t recognize myself when I look in the mirror. Who is that person with the impossibly crazy hair? I need to go get the frying pan and comb it!

Vicki Woodyard