Winter is starting to get really hard.
It's my first cold-weather winter in 8 years, and it's still only January. Does time always go this slowly? Didn't the summer fly by?
I've been going through photos, trying to organize them, save them onto CDs, print some, get those into albums, label them. And no, that project's not going well at all.
I came across the photos from my birthday, in early September, when some of my peeps met us at Ocean Beach for Friday afternoon happy hour. Ocean Beach is, of course, great to visit year-round . . .
But it's especially great to visit when one can drink champagne with one's girl after taking a late-afternoon dip. This was just a few months ago, a nano-second blink-of-an-eye in the Big Picture.
I mean, Ledge Light looks the same . . .
. . . but we don't. Because we're warm and our skin is exposed to the air. My skin hasn't felt the air in months and months now . . . Nor has it felt the breeze from the flapping wings of a gigantic seagull.
Actually, he was kind of a handsome fella.
Mistah Schleckah and My Girl Nancy joined in the bday celebrations . . .
. . . as did Nancy's Jonny and The Dowd.
It's been a sunny winter around here, which helps a lot. And it's staying lighter every day. And our house is sunny and bright, which is an unexpected, but crucial, perk. But it snows an awful lot. And it's just . . . winter. Day after day after day.