I thought Winter was the time of year to stay inside, to avoid the cold curled up with a book and a fireplace, and an ottoman, and a dog – or if you’re not in the castle of the Beast from Beauty and the Beast: a beer and a television, maybe still an ottoman and a dog.  December-January are nice months to eat more, drink more, celebrate the end of a year and the new one, and realize we’re part of an ongoing human evolution by still realizing a life in accordance with the seasons.

Caution: Spring’s gone by the wayside, Fall’s still hanging on, but I think Summer’s the next season to go.  To me it seems too damn hot to do anything outside, at least in my asphalt jungle of Astoria.  So here I sit, six months removed from winter, staying as indoors now as I did half a year ago and will again in the same.