Well, here we are again in turtleneck season. Yes that’s right, the season when we all become turtle-like as we extend our necks out at intersections without traffic lights to try and see beyond the big snow piles on the corners (which are particularly problematic for those in cars…yet another reason why I need one of those giant snow plows as my next car).
Truly, I feel like a turtle poking my head out beyond the comfort of my shell to ascertain if it is safe to venture out into intersections. I am comforted by the fact that I am not alone. Every day when I go back and forth to Cheyenne’s school I run across other turtlenecks like me…all of us trying to make sure that we are proceeding with the appropriate level of caution. While I would prefer to avoid turtleneck season, I am happy that I am at least not alone in my approach. Thankfully, turtleneck season ends eventually…but until then, thank you to all the turtle-necks out there for taking due care…from one turtleneck to another – I appreciate it.
Day five hundred and fifty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da