Today it is 8 degrees outside. Through my open window above my computer screen, stomach the sky is gray and the branches on my giant sycamore are waving in the wind. I look to the ground and the grass has died and is long gone. They say it may snow outside and the thought of it has me on edge because it is one more day I won’t venture outdoors. I can sense the cabin fever in … [Read more...] about Beating the Blues