I was staring out the window this morning, wondering what to write about. It was snowing, and the wind was battering the sides of the building. It looked a little like a snow globe, if those idyllic scenes were intended to represent the nightmares of winter rather than the merriment of Christmas.
A text message snapped me out of the swirling scene. It was from a lifelong friend, who also happens to be the foreman of a local water system. He was actually commenting on my December Cleaner column about resolutions. It’s always nice to know at least someone is reading
