I have felt so lonely today. January will do that to you. All the false cheer has evaporated and we are left with no expectations and nothing to look forward to except bedtime.

I am molting like a bird. There is a wide part in my hair now that is alarming to me. I am realizing that man is in big trouble. The gates to heaven are closing as God watches man do the Earth in. She simply cannot stand much more, can She?

I have been a student of the Way, but lately I have succumbed to chocolate and watching TV.

Vernon Howard would yell at me to get busy, but I can’t do “busy” well anymore.

I sit on the couch and watch TV. The essays are the birds in the air that fly down to comfort the odd person here and there. We are all lonely even if we have a warm nest and baby birds to feed.

I have an appointment to see an orthopedist about my sore heel. It’s probably a bone spur, like You Know Who has. I need to google the symptoms up.

I got out of the house to buy groceries with Rob and to get a chip in an old filling replaced. Then we had a lovely meal at Papadeux.

Today it has been wet and gloomy. I made some soup with tortellini in it and it was, as Rob said, “gamey.” I ate a bowl and put the rest in the disposal.

You guys all know what I call January and February….Jan-you-ugly and Feb-you-weary!

I have the soul of a writer and the mind of an introvert. I love going to bed at night at the end of a long lonely winter day.

Words are what I share with you, not ideas.

Ideas are intellectual and arid, aren’t they?

Pass the fudge, if you have any.

Vicki Woodyard