Well, my cracking (see previous post) did no good. We just had storm no. 500,213. or so. No–they have names. Must be Xerxes by now.
I pulled my living room shades down so I wouldn’t see the snow falling, eternally falling.
This morning, the shades went up and I gazed on a new clean white world.
My yoga guru flew to Porto Rico last Friday, and, after a few days there, onto a cruise ship for a week.
The last thing he said to me as I went out the door after class was, Porto Rico is the home of the Pina Colada.
No Xerxes for him.