Snow

I dragged myself out of  my nice warm bed very reluctantly this morning.  Had it not been for the fact that I was in need of a hot cup of tea I might still be there.  I may have said before that I no longer like the winter. I can't move around fast enough to keep warm so I am in hibernation.   The only bright spot on the horizon is that the days are drawing out and it does not get dark so early.
When I spent some weeks in the Far East  I realised that eternal sunshine was not really such a good idea either.  Don's mantra was "moderation in all things"  and he lived by it.  I wish I did. I have just read that you grow in sense as you grow older in years.  I sometimes doubt the truth of that - or perhaps I am not yet old enough!