In Idaho January is the slowest month of the year. Thirty-one days with no holidays, no warm days, no lawns to mow.
I love getting an extra hour or two of sleep every day this time of year. Even more I enjoy the invigorating brisk air that seems to turn the blades of the windmills in my mind. I come up with more ideas in January than in all the other months of the year combined.
So far this January I’ve planned three vacations, invented a new business, read 100 pages in The Coldest Winter by David Halberstam, drawn pictures of people in church, hosted my bro and his wife for a Friday supper, played Mozart and others on my new electronic piano to the extent that my sore wrist would allow, cleaned out one closet (upstairs), and generally have managed to avoid most vestiges of work.
I may not bring in as much income this year as last, but I’m not worried about that. Call it pre-retirement or post-retirement or just retirement, these slower days are delicious.
Tags: January, leisure time
