Weathering The Funk.
That's what I have been doing for the last two months or so while you drummed your fingers on the desk and waited and waited and waited for another insightful, funny or merely banal post.
I'd be lying if I told you I dislike winter. I don't dislike it at all. In fact, I look forward to it, eagerly, every fall. I love the cold. I love the crunch of snow under my feet, the magic of it covering the brown, dead earth with a quilt of bright white. I like fires in the fireplace, frosty starlight and sweaters.
What I don't like are days and weeks of gray skies and gloom. Days and weeks that feel like months and years. Days in which it seems pointless to even get dressed or showered. Where time seems to stand still and suddenly it's 2:45 and a kid is getting off the bus and all I've done all day is a crossword puzzle.
And so, much as I love winter and the new phenomenon of the Named Winter Storm, I was filled with glee at the sight of blue sky and sunshine this morning. I laughed aloud as three vivid cardinals flounced around the bird feeders while a bored female watched from a nearby limb. Courting season has begun!
I uploaded Turbo Tax onto my computer and assembled the papers to calculate our annual dues for the privilege of belonging to Club USA. I briefly sketched out new vegetable garden plans on a piece of scrap paper. I even considered shaving my legs.
There is a lightness to my heart as I flip the calendar page to March.
Once again, I weathered the funk. WTF!