Home, alone, quiet, pot on the stove, cold outside – yesterday’s reality. While shoppers crushed the stores and tires crunched -28C snow, I was hunkering down to resume some work, albeit at a slow pace, while reflecting on the past few days of Christmas-ing.
And what about this week?
Is it for winding up the year or planning next year?
Is it for dreaming the future or reminiscing past joys and follies?
Is it for wiping slates clean, to paint on a fresh canvas, blank sheet or empty scorecard – starting at zero, in hopes of accomplishing something worthy, or simply getting closer to par?
Or is it staring blank-faced into the oncoming 365 days of weather and whether or not we’ll be safe and pandemic-free anytime soon?