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There are times in our lives when there honestly aren’t any easy answers. Even wrapping basic logic around questions is something that seems quite impossible at the time. Yes, we try to make things manageable and sometimes we forgo the harsh realities of the truth because it is too difficult to perceive or grasp.

I am medicated for some nasty infection that I picked up. I’d love to tell you I picked it up from a sailor named Raul, but alas, I think it’s just the various people that come into my place of business. My eyeballs feel like they are boiling in a pot of stew and my teeth hurt from the pressure coming from my head. I know. Lovely.

I have some trips to make in the next couple of weeks. One is imperative and the other is voluntary. I will make the one that is imperative because it’s something I need to do to push me a long. The one that is voluntary is important, but we will see. Squirrel Queen is covering about seven games a week right now for tournaments. Yes, my friends, go into the wonderful world of sports journalism where you work your fingers to the bone and sleep becomes a luxury.

Man, I need to just sit out under a magnolia tree, drink some beer and listen to Nutbush City Limits by Tina Turner on my IShuffle. For some reason, it comforts me.

I have become fond of the puppies. I know they will have to leave me but I am still quite smitten with them. I wander around the corner of the half-bath they are currently residing in, stalking them and watching them squirm in the warmth of their mother, a puppy herself in many ways. Mabel and I watch them, although I don’t think she’s that enthused by them. She cuddles with me at night and I remind her she is still top dog. This comforts her.

But, you know, puppies.

It is February. The weather goes from a warm spring to a cold tundra of frost and I keep searching the trees for buds and signs of life. Two blue jays have moved into my yard and I watch them. They fight some.

I watch them.

I need a vacation but that isn’t on the horizon. I need to just lie in a place that isn’t my own and see things I don’t usually see.

I laugh that I’m giving up raisins for Lent. I’ve never celebrated Lent and I don’t like raisins, so I guess I need to work on my spiritual fortitude.

And the skies are gray today.

February, you are cold to me.