Well, here I sit on a bleak, rainy morning in early January, trying to adjust to the fact that the celebratory days of December are gone and life as we usually know it has returned. Today my home is a menagarie of leftover decorations, a wilting live tree soon fated to meet its end, and […]

Well, here I sit on a bleak, rainy morning in early January, trying to adjust to the fact that the celebratory days of December are gone and life as we usually know it has returned.

Today my home is a menagarie of leftover decorations, a wilting live tree soon fated to meet its end, and general clutter mostly relating to my daughter's own newborn daughter.

January seems like such a harsh month to endure after celebrating three major holidays in a span of about six weeks. For me, there's nothing really to look forward to until the arrival of spring's vivid colors. Valentine's Day is sort of a holiday, but not really. If nothing else, it gives the stores something to set out after all the Christmas paraphernalia is sold out.

In a really desperate measure, one nearby grocery store has marked its leftover pumpkin-spice items at 75 percent off. By the way, if you happen to see October's pumpkin-spice microwave popcorn inventory in January's bargain bin, just say no. That's what I should have said before I bought some from last January's bargain bin.

Oh, yes, we can't forget Groundhog Day on Feb. 2, either. What else would make hundreds of people stand out in the pre-dawn cold in a small town in rural Pennsylvania to wait for the appearance of large rodent?

Oh, well. Only 353 more days until next Christmas, according to christmascountdownlive.com.