Grump

The past week in Minnesota has been unnaturally warm. Mostly gray, sometimes drizzly skies, with temperatures in the 30s, almost always above freezing, have made the return to Minnesota from vacation a bit less of a shock than in previous years. But tonight, in honor of (or should I say, as a way of laughing at?) the flocks of poor students, returning to the University of Minnesota campus tomorrow for the dreaded first day of classes of the new semester, winter has returned.

This is my long way of saying that it's snowing.

Incidentally, in that brief week-long warm spell, I'm fairly certain everyone in the Twin Cities forgot how to drive in snowy conditions. On my way to dinner tonight, I passed at least 4 accidents (nothing major, all fender-benders), and another couple on the way home. With at least 5 months of the year likely to include snow, you'd think people would learn.

So classes are starting tomorrow and I have spent most of the day in a mostly-depressed stupor because of this (slight exaggeration...but actually, only slight). As night has fallen, however, I think my body/mind/qi is beginning to realize that no matter how I bemoan its coming, tomorrow is coming, nevertheless...so I'm beginning to move from angry-grumpy to more of a resigned-grumpy. Still, I am a grump today. It's a good thing my wise mother-in-law gave me this book about a year ago, to help me through such a difficult time.

I believe that if everyone read more children's books, the world would be a better place.

p.s. I am making lovely progress on the sweater I am knitting for myself, and would love to show a photo or two, but my camera has absconded to South Africa (yes, my camera has a will of its own).