January, the New Spring

Just when Mugsy and I were adapting to the pitfalls of winter, it’s spring (only temporary, I’m sure). Finally, after four years here, I am much improved and more confident at walking and driving on ice-slicked roads. Even Mugsy has learned, albeit begrudgingly, to negotiate the icy deck when he goes out first thing in the morning. He even braves the cold and wet to chase the neighbor’s cat.

I know there is a good chance this “blast of spring” might not last, but while it does, I appreciate not wearing fifteen layers of clothing, including thermal underwear, sweaters, boots, gloves, and neck c...