The great procastinator finally caves

It was 10 degrees out when I got up on a recent Sunday morning, the coldest it had been since last winter. So after taking the dogs out, trudging over to the convenience store for the newspapers and cranking up the woodstove for the day, I decided this procastinator had put off the inevitable long enough.

Heading down to the cellar, I brought up the last storm window and carried it to the guest room on the second floor. Within seconds, the screen was out, the glass was in, and the house finally was sealed up for the winter.

So if you're planning to head up to Maine to pay us a visit in the next few months, rest assured that our 140-year old Victorian is plenty cozy. You may want to call ahead, though, because there's no guarantee the sidewalk and the driveway will be clear of snow. I'm thinking of letting nature run its course in that department. After all, with enough patience on my part, the white stuff will disappear on its own by April. Or May. Definitely by June.

Think of it as the ultimate act of procrastination.