On New Years Day, a morning talk show host made the pronouncement that people who binge watch Netflix are either clinically depressed or lazy. There are days I've lost to the Netflix void where I can admit this has been true, but I think Miss Judgey-McJudgerson has neglected to account for other things, like the most vile winter since the ice age. (That's not official - merely my opinion.)
In cold like this, our little fireplace works overtime and it's still a skosh chilly in the house. Other than venturing out to tend to the animals, we've been passing our time catching up on the wonders of Once Upon a Time from the comfort of blanket igloos on the couch. If the boys ever go back to school, I plan to completely immerse myself in writing my next book - I finally have one that's properly inspired me.
And I don't know if I'm a sucker for pirates or accents, but don't be at all surprised if the hero of said novel looks suspiciously like Captain Hook.