I used to dread January when I was working. As an educator, it meant that state testing was nearly upon us, and our push to help every child be capable of passing took on a frenzied pace. Retirement has given me a new appreciation for January days. Nothing much is happening, nothing is even nearly about to happen. The quiet days are peaceful. Tomorrow I will spend all morning at the Y, working out and going to my yoga class. I will come home refreshed, turn to my Nook again over lunch, and enjoy the rest of the day. I may or may not pick up a dust cloth. Not, I’m thinking.
Yes, I love January and I suspect February might be the same. If I want more activity in my life, I might just go and look for a good jigsaw puzzle. It’s the right time of year for that. Ah, retirement!