I have a bad feeling that this is going to be a rough winter. It's already been unseasonably cold this month, even for December in New England. This morning it was the kind of cold that makes the slightest breeze feel like razors being drawn across your face. Bitter cold... and with the projected hike in heating costs this year, that bodes really ill for all sorts of aspects of my life. I'm not going to let this devolve into some kind of sob story about seasonal depression, financial stress, and whining about the cold and the dark. It is what it is, and my challenge is to come up with creative ways of handling it all. Unfortunately, hibernation is not really an option. Note to self: No Hibernation!
Things in the bookmines are just about to get crazy busy at the worst possible time of year. Everyone is using up their remaining vacation time on or around the holidays, myself included. Unfortunately, that means that I have to make sure a number of project deadlines get met in the next few weeks, despite the fact that we're going to be understaffed and our vendors will probably be slow to get us what we need to do the job. Oh well.... those books won't mine themselves, will they?
I'm looking forward to our holiday trip back to Milwaukee. It's been a couple of years since I've been back to my hometown, and I'm looking forward to seeing friends and family who I never see often enough. Unfortunately, I'll probably have to skip a visit to my old favorite watering hole, Landmark Lanes. Last time we were there, the cigarette smoke was so thick that they needed a fog horn and a light house to guide people to the bar and keep them from stumbling in front of the dart boards. There is no way I am subjecting my wife and our unborn son to that kind of toxic atmosphere, much as I miss it. Maybe in these enlightened and health conscious times, the air in the Landmark has cleared? If so, somebody please let me know.