Dear January,

I remember that for a couple of years when I first moved here, I used you to clean up the house. That habit has obviously gotten away from me.

Two days ago, my calendar for the month looked pretty empty. Then pop,pop,pop... here's a girls' night out, there's a make-up class to glaze pottery, and I see that this will NOT be a January in which I make any progress on cleaning the house.

Things could be worse.

A Happy New Year to you.

Best,

m

Tori Amos - Winter's Carol (no embedding - you'll have to click.)