Winter Funk


This winter beauty does not lead to winter funk…but mucky black and icy roads do spread winter funk faster than Carrie Rubin’s flu virus in Seneca Scourge

I’m sitting here trying to think of something to post, but the winter funk’s ruined my mind. We had freezing rain last night and woke up to everything covered in a solid sheet of ice. I wanted to take the truck to drive my daughter to school (it should have been a SNOW DAY, Mr. Superintendent), but the rippling ice was 1/2 inch thick all over the windows, and I didn’t have the energy or time to scrape it off. So I took the wimpy van and hoped I wouldn’t be in a fatality.

I wasn’t…and so I still must post.

What do I write about when I have the winter funk? I don’t know. Continue reading