Dreaming of Spring

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Day after day of dour February weather makes me sullen and cross. I hardly realize it’s…

Me, Focused?

Me, Focused?

It is 34 degrees today. That in itself is noteworthy, because typical temperatures in this part of Wisconsin for February are more like 15 degrees. But that’s not the real reason that I had to look twice at the thermometer. Unfortunately, I’ve gotten into a habit of glancing out the window to check the temperature…

The End.

The End.