Blizzards, Bread, and Bob Weir

January is Janus with two faces looking backward and forward at once, which about feels right.

Sourdough rising in the kitchen while snow buried Ohio. Time travel on Broadway. New foods and old friends. 14 pounds of cat insisting on early morning philosophy. 62 treadmill miles, 6 cities, and 12 Beli stops that all blur together until they don’t.Weir’s ghost in the speakers, because some months require the Dead.

The baguette came out better than it had any right to.

The blizzard proved Ohio gives a damn about beauty.

The musical was everything it needed to be. Nobody can mess up Huey Lewis.