I Hope It Was Merry

It has not been a white Christmas here in the City. I can't remember the last one. At least the days are crisp and sunny, the nights freezing and still. A winter without snow can be quite depressing. We need snow. Without it, the flowers and trees don't get the moisture, a slow drip, not torrential pour, of a nice blanket of snow. Without snow, the bugs, especially mosquitoes, are given more time to multiply and then summer, forget about it. West Nile, spraying; I itch just thinking about it. Snow days are non-existent in the City. All of the surrounding areas have already had a few of them, but not us. I thought my television had died, but I was able to fix it myself. Since I didn't have to ask Santa for a TV, I asked for at least one snow day. So far, nothing. Can't hurt to ask.

It's taken a few days to slow the engine down. I went from hyper to crashed in 72 hours. The fatigue is washing over me, slowly but surely. Rest is a good thing. I'll think about grading and writing exams...tomorrow.