January in So Cal means, for us, fresh squeezed orange juice, which I don’t drink. Ever. Oranges aren’t quite broccoli; I don’t mind a little orange flavor in other foods, but I don’t care for oranges. Computerguy LOVES his orange juice, and I love going out to the tree, picking a couple of oranges, and having a glass of orange juice ready for him on his way out the door in the morning. It’s just sort of a lovely practice.
And here is this that called to me today from W. H. Auden “For the Time Being: a Christmas Oratorio”:
…In the meantime
There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,
Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem from insignificance.