I tell you, it comes in February here. Even though we got a few inches of snow, the daffodils were already a few inches higher than that, and the weather doomcriers are saying it will be 70 before the week is out. Yes, for those of you in snowbound climates, I am twisting the knife. And I would rather be there than here. I miss "real" snow, and cities that have at least a single plow in the public works garage. The jingle of the chains on the salt trucks.
Plus, this is the doldrums of the year. Few holidays, usually cold and damp, days too short to do much once the work is done...just kind of blah. And it takes my mood with it. At least today I got to sleep/doze as long as I cared to - no commitments. Possibly the only Saturday in the month for that, as I might be on the road to Tupelo next weekend. I hope, anyhow, as that extra income will be a nice nest egg hidden away for a rainy day, or to flee the country.
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