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Every year, I leave my home in Omaha after Christmas to
spend the winter in San Diego. I return each Easter to spend the holiday with
family. What’s an egg hunt without grandkids, nieces, and nephews? This
schedule has worked out great in past years. I avoid the worst of winter in the
Midwest, visit my west coast friends and relatives, bask in the sun, get a
little surfing in at Pacific Beach, and return for glorious springtime on the
plains. Only not this year. This year, they predict snow three times this week.
There’s not a leaf in sight. The prominent color is brown. And polite
Midwesterners are a bit grumpy.
I even built a fire the first night to ward off the chill.
With the thermostats set at fifty in our absence, the couch cushions made us
wrap in blankets. Yeah, “But the fire is so delightful.”
Deluge is still at the editors, but I expect it back soon,
which will keep me busy. I also have three more essays to write for this year’s
Constituting America’s 90-Day study. Lots of indoor work. Unfortunately, I have
a couple problems that need attention in the garage, which is more like an
icebox. Oh well, whenever I get lethargic writing, I can get my blood moving
again by doing garage chores.
Or … maybe I’ll check for discount airfares back
to San Diego.
