One minute I’m feeling sad about taking down the Christmas decorations and thinking of how gloomy it looks without the festive lights, and the next thing I know it’s the end of the month.
January went all too fast for my liking. What did I accomplish?
Recently, I’ve felt that time is like a snowball gathering momentum as it rolls down a hill. Is this symptomatic of my increasing age? I hope not.
How was January for you?
One very annoying thing I’ve had to get used to this month was writing the correct year on my checks...

