This is the longest January I remember. It wouldn’t seem so long if the Muse were here keeping me entertained but it seems her train is stuck somewhere in a snow bank.

I was born January 16 which has been labeled the most melancholy do nothing day of the year. I was rather amused to find that written on the Web because I’ve known that my entire life. My mother told me when she was in labor, she didn’t think my Uncle Fred would make it to the hospital driving through a blizzard.

I was raised Russian Orthodox. We celebrated two Christmases and two New Years. By the time my birthday rolled around,, everyone was tired of celebrating including me.

My birthday wasn’t ever made a big deal. I have friends who are Capricorns and their birthdays seem to pass without much ado. Except for an old high school pal…