Good news and bad news. The good news is that the weatherman is predicting rain for the middle of next week. Our days of late have been sunny and warm; perfect weather for people, but we need rain so badly that the thought of wet days makes me want to cheer. It's been so dry that high fire-danger warnings have been posted up here, unheard of in January, and Tree Guy hasn't been able to take care of the brush piles (to which he keeps adding from his yard) because of "no burn" days. No one needs to remind me how bitterly I complained when it rained for days on end last winter. "All things in moderation," sez I.
The darker cloud looming is tax time right around the corner. Every year I tell myself I will take care of all that paperwork asap, and every year I put an added burden on my Tax Guy by running it out until the last minute. Hmm, if I tell myself that I can't take down the Christmas trees until I get the tax stuff done so the trees will be a constant reminder, what's the worst that can happen? Dust-covered Christmas trees still up mid-April? I'll have to think about that.