No. Sorry. Still no snow. Not to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing, but here it is early January in Maine and there’s no snow on the ground, at least not at this end of the state. It never fails. Every time I want to get the cross country skis out it doesn’t snow. I think it’s out of spite.
Anyway. Just because there’s no snow doesn’t mean there isn’t digging out that needs to be done. Digging out? Digging out from what? Why, the mountains of food left behind by the holidays, of course. Cookies, chocolate, other assorted candies, spiced nuts, crackers, cheese….. I swear it’s right out of the scene with the Ghost of Christmas Present in Scrooge’s sitting room.
Really it’s not all that bad, but as so many people do at this time of year I have resolved to eat more healthfully and sensibly. I won’t call it dieting but, hey, if that’s the effect it has, so be it. Besides, the wellness committee at work has started its own version of “Biggest Loser.” Naturally, I signed up.
Now if we could only get enough snow to make use of those skis.