The Guest Blogger and winter

Yeah, I'll back up the pretty good year that Mackenzie mentioned. I don't really want to go into any detail, but it was a pretty good year.

I think that it's raining now. I can hear the thrumming on the library roof. I can't see it because the architect of my library didn't believe that librarians (or humble library associates) need windows. It's strange to be here sometimes. I remember when the Guns N Roses song November Rain came out I thought Axl was singing about mythical imaginary stuff. (Alright, give me a break, I was what -- 14 -- and had lived almost my entire life in Wyoming where the only November precipitation is white.) Sadly, it's not, November rain is just damned cold rain. So is January rain.

I managed to break my Christmas jinx this year. Every year since 2000, I have broken down on the side of the road trying to get where ever it was I was going for Christmas. (One very memorable Christmas day I broke down at a ranch house 30 miles south of Laramie and spent the morning drinking tea and playing Memory with a 5 year old.) This year without a trumpetted fanfare, I managed to make it to my destination and back without once having to hike a mile to find that the nearest payphone is broken or otherwise impaired.