Pfffttt, as my dear friend Janie would say.
I was going to do a horoscope thingee today, based on those bogus horoscopes that were all over the place this week. It would be like an Afterschool Special, or a 'Today, on a very special episode of Blossom'. Like that. Only I couldn't find the energy to get all Dawn, Portrait of a Teenage Runaway on you, nor find the episode where Blossom gets her first kiss or first period or something. January is a crazy month for carpeople - yes, I think of that all as one word.
Deeeeetroit was fun, but always tiring. Lots of noise, lots of strong coffee, lots of rich food, lots of walking. Did I mention the noise? I'm gearing up (literally) for a boot to James Bay next weekend. Look on a map - 1600 km straight north. I was told it was the same distance as Miami. Yes, I asked the obvious question.
But what would January be if Lorraine wasn't on a ice floe somewhere, clad in the world's most unattractive thermal underwear? We shall be driving a Prius and a Porsche Cayenne. Yes, that sound you hear already is me whining for more wheel time in the Porsche. I've been told to pack for the possibility that we might get stuck and possibly have to spend the night in the vehicles, stranded. What they don't understand is that with me and 3 guys, I shall be taking the Porsche single room while they can warm each other in the Prius.
Right now I'm looking out the window at snow, snow and more snow. It's quite lovely. And I have a very contented JoJo curled up behind my back snoozing away, making for a quite efficient feline heating pad.
Maybe I can bring her to James Bay.