No, I haven't been writing. I've been washing dishes instead.
It's been cold here, which would be fine if our apartment weren't so dang cold, and if my office weren't so dang cold, and if our dishwasher didn't freeze when it gets this cold. So, I've been washing dishes, once, twice, even three times on the days when we're home all day using those dang dishes.
I don't mind when it's cold outside. It's supposed to be cold outside. I get very cranky when it's cold inside. Cranky and slo-o-ow-moving. Way too slow to actually do anything (aside from, maybe, washing dishes).
Oh, and something's not right with my ankle, so I'm not running right now. Swimming, yes, which I also love dearly, but it's not the same at all. I don't want to whine too much in this post so I will just leave this topic for now.
Pretty much all I want to do is work on my quilt. Or read about quilting. Any quilters out there? At least I'm getting somewhere on one of my New Year's resolutions.
I can't think of any clever way to end this post so I will just say, it could be worse. It could be colder.