Sometimes I feel just like these red chairs. In a fog, all cattywhompas. Especially right now when we’ve been cooped up for months with no end in sight. In a conversation with my “read your own damn book club” we were discussing how we were going to deal with the impending winter. We all thought, the past six or so months sort of felt like winter, where we all hunker down and go into a human sort of hibernation waiting for the spring. So now that winter is really coming, how