Soon. No more pretending.

I’m pretending. That it’s mid-January. Instead of mid-November. Here in Minnesota. That helps me accept the weather forecast. Highs remaining below freezing. Into next week. For January, that would be balmy. Almost suitable for shirtsleeve apparel.  I play these fanciful mental games. Helps me adjust. And to accept reality. On my terms. Anyway, I have an amazing reality. Coming. In three weeks. When I’ll be residing. With my Italian true love. In Sardinia. Where the natives complain. When the nighttime temperatures drop into the 40s and 50s. Doesn’t bother me. Because it’s warm enough most days for a stroll along a secluded beach and a dip in the Mediterranean Sea. And believe me. That’s no pretending. –Jim Broede