Notes from Steve

I got up at midnight last night and had cereal.  I never do this.  I just couldn’t sleep.  I told the group I was with at lunch this, and they said they can never sleep well on a Sunday night.  Hmm.  I don’t think it was work that kept me up; I think it was too much cake.  I went to my grandniece’s fifth birthday party yesterday.  The theme was Barbie.*  The best part about it was the need for naps, and everyone had to leave.  I loved this.  

Unfortunately, this is what January is for me.  Cold days filled with post-holiday nothings except Barbie parties and naps.**  

In my quest to be a ray of sunshine, though, I’m trying to find the positive.  January days are slowly getting longer, so dark doesn’t start at 4:30 pm.  That’s good.  I think this is it.

*My friend Jane said (25 years ago) she was referred to as Barbie’s friend Skipper when she was a kid, and she had a complex about it because Skipper had flat feet.  I have no idea why I remember this.  Jane was fairly upset by this.  People have told me that if I think someone looks like someone else (doppelganger), to keep it to myself because the person you tell probably won’t appreciate it, regardless of your good intentions.  Someone once told me I looked like the chef Mario Batali.  They thought I would take this in a good way.  I did not.

**Point of clarification - naps are wonderful.