Dear friends,
I’ve been away for a while, transfixed by a life that is blessedly boring.
Last night I sat in my easy chair watching the storm coverage on cable. I had a computer on my lap and a dog wedged in beside me, as well as a blanket and a beverage and all the comforts of a working power grid and an intact roof.
Our cold and overcast Midwest weather seems like a gift by comparison.
I ran yesterday morning in humid, 29-degree weather and I won’t offer a single word of lament. Yes, it’s unseasonably chilly and yes, I’d prefer a little sunshine — but so what? I have a blanket and a dog and a computer on my lap. No one can complain about those conditions!
You know what I’ve been doing since we last chatted?
Nothing.
Really, nothing. I’ve napped — in between long, winter’s snoozes. I’ve read. I’ve cooked and eaten plenty. (Pioneer Woman’s salisbury steak is great, by the way.) I’m watching television and running and chatting with friends.
In other words, life is sedate. Easy. Relaxed.
Maybe that’s what autumn is meant to be?
I don’t know, but I know I’ll take it any day.
With gratitude {for my currently boring life},
Joan, who was about 30 before she learned the definition of a bore is not a boring person
Debt of Gratitude 
Having watched a sufficiency of shots of reporters struggling to stand as wind-shoved waves crash behind them I am opting out of cable news video coverage of Frankenstorm and sticking with what is in the newspapers. We are currently having some of our best weather of the year here, and this is all the reminder needed that when it comes to weather (and life), boring is not just not-bad, it is GOOD.
Bravo for Boring!
Hear, hear for the Marvelous Mundane!