Otherwise I’ve got nothing to write about except what you already know, which is that oooh, I hate winter.
No, seriously, I know you folks in…well pretty much everywhere in the northern 70% of the country have far better claims on hating winter than I do, and that I’m just whinging about stuff that’s fairly rare around here and common everywhere else. But I still hate winter. Just want that on record.
I’m from Michigan, and am aware that the sun can go away for weeks at a time. I actually saw it briefly on Tuesday, so I know it’s still up there. And a lot of my moaning is just ’cause I’m mad about the stupid timing. I finally get my solar power system allegedly working again, and I lose its power source.
But for crying out loud. Last night around ten, the stars came out. I stood in the yard and saw the Milky Way clear as clear. Of course that meant it got cold as cold can be overnight, but that was all right! Bring it on, baby, I’ve got firewood and I’m not afraid to use it. Just let’s have some sun tomorrow.
So I woke up around six, looked out the loft’s little east-facing window and saw the morning star. Awright! All I’ve gotta do is hang on two more hours and there’ll be sun, glorious sun! Right?
Wrong. By seven we were completely socked in again. Murphy was just screwing with me, the bastard.
But as you can see from the fact that I posted this anyway, yesterday’s redneck-expedient battery charger is sort of working. So I’ll take my wan, pathetic blessings where I can find them.
