Tell Me a Story: Stuff

Though the sun is threatening to break through the cloud cover, today will be the third in a row of nasty, constant cold rain, sleet and snow. Inland, even by just a town or two, they’re getting pretty, picturesque, winter-in-New-England snow.

Here? It’s icy as all hell. Yeah – whine, swivel, kvetch. Granted, it’s not like I’m going outside any time soon (from the looks of my calendar, unless I have another seizure, I’m not due back at MGH until March first – YEA!).

While it’s less than postcard gorgeous outside right now, come the summer, when it’s an unbearable 90º on the Cambridge Common, it’ll be a sweet 80 here WITH a lovely sea breeze! So, warmer in winter and cooler in summer. Works for me.

Coco wants me to get back in bed. I'm not disagreeing

Skitter and Grogu want MORE SUN NOW!

Still, the messy, blah weather is a weight on me bean, my mood.

Word for the day:

Uitwaaien
pronounced out-vahyn
'this is the Dutch practice of jogging or walking into the wind, especially in the winter, for the purpose of feeling invigorated while relieving stress and boosting one’s general health.'

Yes. THIS! If I wasn’t such a tippy, weak and unstable motherfucker, I would be outside, engaging in some serious uitwaaien – speed-walking to the big beach down the street. Hells bells, I’d be taking a tour of Nut Island or zip-a-dee-doo-dah-ing my way up Nantasket Beach.

Meanwhile, here’s some fun, NOT Republi/Fascist's-are-destroying-the-country stuff.

Yur welcome.

Killer Robots are on the way!

Here's an Australian pigeon with brill aesthetic sensibilities and better home decorating skills than most humans.