Just had to take a picture of the February page on this calendar from Rifle Paper Co. Isn’t it pretty?

Happy – and often lately, unhappy – February! But of course my wish is for it to be continuously happy for all of you.

We just won’t talk about the nominee for the Supreme Court. I did not watch any of his reality-show-like announcement. As I’ve tweeted to him many times, I’d rather watch paint dry. By the way, if you do tweet him, keep using the hashtag, #PresidentBannon. It will annoy him to no end.

By the way, I will now be referring to that man with this abbreviation: FIC. I’ve given hints as to what this stands for in my posts and in my comment replies. Let’s see who will be the first reader to correctly answer the question: What does FIC stand for? Go for it!

It snowed all day long yesterday – I suppose we got about 3 inches or so. In the early evening darkness, we shoveled the driveway. It was a powdery and lightweight snow, so much to Don’s disappointment, he didn’t get to use the snowblower.

Now the sun is out and it’s reflecting off the snow and it’s perfectly lovely. Cold, but lovely. It took forever for our little cottage to heat up this morning.

I sat in my new chair and read for a couple of hours this morning. Don brought coffee to me. (Yes, I know I’m lucky.) I had the throw wrapped around me and we kept the blinds shut and the shades down for a long time and enjoyed our little cocoon. Now I’m upstairs in the office, writing to you, while Don plays his guitar downstairs.

If only we could stay in our cocoon and escape the news of the day, of the month, of the year. Well, we could, of course, and we can certainly delay it for a while, but in the end, we must be responsible citizens and take action. And every day, more action is needed, until I forget what I’ve done and what I have yet to do, between all the petition-signing, phone calls and research.

I need to start making lists.

A quote from my favorite wise man, William Shakespeare, seems apt:

I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds and each new day a gash
is added to her wounds.

          Macbeth/spoken by Malcolm in Act 4, Scene 3

Let’s change the subject. I’m finishing up a book that I will review on the other blog later today, Unpunished  by Lisa Black. Then I will start A Gentleman in Moscow  by Amor Towles.

What are you reading? What have you just read? What do you recommend?

And don’t forget: What does FIC stand for?

Thanks for sharing.

Happy Wednesday.