Ode to January

Sorry that I didn’t blog yesterday, it’s just that I had nothing to say. Remember the days when I was wildly creative on this blog? Yeah, me neither, but I do feel like my older posts were a little more interesting than my most recent ones, which are all either a recounting of my weekends or what I’m doing for exercise. Speaking of exercise, I was surprised to find out that on an average day at work, I walk two miles in my short jaunts around the building. That doesn’t even include the mile walk I try to take at lunch most days, though not when it is so cold outside. Today was a little warmer, but I must have forgotten my cuddly rosary in the jacket of another coat, because it wasn’t in my backpack, so I didn’t take a rosary walk outside. I just closed the door of my office and sat on the comfy couch my former boss rescued, and that’s how I prayed the rosary. See, isn’t this an exciting blog post? Maybe it’s time for another poem:

I’ve got nothing to say,

It was an average day

And the weather is cold,

Which is getting quite old.

It can sure seem

Like a January dream

That goes on and on

Until your sanity is gone.

I used to think

January didn’t stink

Because, you know, hey,

It contains my birthday.

But then I got older,

And it seems even colder,

So why bother to be true

To a month that makes me blue?

I’d like January fine

If I were drinking wine

On the shores of the sea

Underneath a palm tree!

Famous Hat