Ode to January

Aaaah, January.  How I love you.  Of all the months in the year, you're the sensible one.

Just the mere mention of your name seems to encourage order, wisdom and improved behaviour.  I look forward to your arrival for a fresh start.

          -- I look back over the past year and realize how blessed I am.

          -- I set goals to do a little better this year than last.

          -- I decide to eat more healthy foods.  A trip to the grocery store
             has me stocking up on cauliflower, acorn squash and quinoa.

          -- I make a plan to get more exercise.  (Apparently everyone else
             does too, because I can't get my usual parking spot at the gym.
             Luckily this will take care of itself when your fickle sister,
             February, comes along.)

          -- I realize it's time to put away the Christmas decorations,
             give my house a thorough dusting, and get back to a routine.

          -- I decide that this will be the year to finally get organized.  (A
              trip to the store tells me that I'm not alone.  Everywhere I look
              shopping carts filled with Rubbermaid totes are making their
              way to the checkout counter.)

And while I'm at the store, I realize that apparently not everyone has been affected by your sensible nature.

Really????   Easter candy already!  Have some sense.

Dixie