That’s okay. It will all work out. Spring will come. Just you wait and see.
That is my Comfort Fuzz working.
It was suggested that I break out of my ‘comfort zone’ recently. I would like to point out that it is not really a Zone it is a more like a very small localized area of Fuzz. It includes my really comfortable sandals, a great big soft fluffy housecoat, my favourite mug and my very old cat. I get can really upset about things, like foreign investors buying up local farmland to build a pit mine or gangland shootings in my neighbourhood and the terrible state of public transit in Toronto, but before I get in front of the computer to write a really scathing letter to someone, I find once again, I am in The Comfort Fuzz.
I have a vague nagging concern that it is this sort of non-responsiveness that turned the world into crap.
Naw! Silly me! I just want more yummy Xmas cookies! HAPPY NEW YEAR!