Weather-wise, it was actually not bad yesterday in these parts. Between getting acclimated to the colder temps and the sunny day, the mid 40s could have been worse.
But it's nasty today, the real cold stuff is coming this weekend and my skin will be dry for a few more months.
During lunch, I searched for comfort in the form of browsing baseball books at the local Barnes and Noble. For the first minute, nothing stood out except chunks of titles on the Yankees and the Red Sox and a reminder to myself that January wasn't the greatest month for new baseball books.
I was about to give up, but then spotted Roger Angell's The Summer Game.
Started in on it and it has helped melt away the winter blues. In the first chapter, Angell provides what seems like an appropriate passage.
"Today the Times reported the arrival of the first pitchers and catchers at the spring training camps, and the morning was abruptly brightened, as if by the delivery of a seed catalog. The view from the city window still yields only frozen tundras of trash, but now spring is guaranteed and one of my favorite urban flowers, the baseball box score, will burgeon and flourish through the warm, languid, information-packed weeks and months just ahead."
There's just something satisfying about Roger Angell. Sitting down with him is like coming in out of the cold and relaxing in a quiet room with a warm beverage.
How many days?
Note: The Angell book I bought is the first University of Nebraska printing, 2003.