I wimped out on my walk yesterday. Winter ignored the calendar and came back yesterday. I saw that the feels-like temperature was 19º. I was OK with that. It just meant getting out the cold-weather gear I thought I was done with for the year. I grabbed some shopping bags and started on the two-mile walk to Aldi. When I was walking over the Concourse Train Repair Yard, that's where they store and repair subway cars from the D and B trains, the wind picked up. It blew straight into my face. I was dressed warm enough with my gaiter on, but it was so hard that it was a struggle to move against it. I knew that it might be just over the flats created by the Yard, but it was such an effort and so uncomfortable I decided to turn tail and go home. The wind stayed strong, though now at my back, until I reached my block and then it calmed down. I remained a wimp and went inside. Only later did it hit me that meant I didn't go to Dunkin'. If you order on Mondays, you get 100 bonus points and 200 bonus points gets you a free drink. Grrr. I love the expensive signature lattes that I only get when they are free.

I took advantage of being home to record Gord's Gold. Not only that but I started preparing next week's show even before this week's show aired. I would love to have another hour for my show. I could easily fill it. In a typical hour show I talk for about five. The emphasis is on the music but the best part of doing the show for me is having a place to make jokes. It's the same kind of humor I do here, I laugh at quirks of language and human behavior. I love sharing the music too. Ninety percent of everything is crud but that's what makes it exciting when I find something that isn't. I always find it odd when people tell me how I see the good in everything. I don't, just the opposite, but when I find the good, I excited and share it. Some people think I'm too negative. They are just as wrong. Seeing the chaff for what it is makes me appreciate the wheat more. The two are inextricably intertwined.

I made one of my favorite dinners last night, Philly cheesesteak. You know how addicts have to keep increasing their intake to get the same high? That's what's going on with me and garlic. I used to add one diced (chopped? Minced?) clove to the sandwich, now it's about four, depending on the side. Eventually it is going to be a Philly cheesegarlic with some steak mixed in. I can't recommend this enough, if you make cheesesteak sauté garlic right in wit the steak. It takes it to a new level.

I don't want to talk about the Rock/Smith affair at the Oscars, but I do want to talk about people talking about it. I scroll through Facebook and it's Rashomon. People watched exactly the same event and saw things completely differently. I can see how perspective can change how we perceive things. What's bothering me is how many people think that they are the only ones that think like they do. People say, "Everything I see is about how Rock/Smith was wrong. Why is nobody saying that Smith/Rock is wrong?" I know we all live in different social media environments, but I see both sides represented all over the place. I see those not taking sides all over the place. Are people really not seeing any posts they agree with or is it that they think there should be no posts disagreeing with them so any one that does looms larger? This is the kind of thing where I like to go through my timeline and count what I'm actually seeing. I know I can deceive myself.

Here's some good mental health news. I popped out of bed when my alarm went off. I started blogging early. It's 10:31 and I'm almost finished. There have been so many days I either skipped blogging or didn't get to it much later in the day. I'm going to make breakfast as soon as I'm done here. It's an omelet kind of day. I should be able to set out for Aldi at a decent hour, long before dark. It's cold but I'm prepared for it. Maybe my depression is lifting. That would be wonderful.