Hols and I got home around the same time tonight. In just over 80 minutes we managed to complete more house keeping and chores than we did in the entire weekend. I'm not sure if this a win or an epic fail.
I am vaguely crampy. I am distracted and somewhat useless. I have a lot of things I should be doing. Instead I am pointlessly surfing the 'net and watching Troy which isn't any better the second time, though I confess I am barely paying attention to it.
I am so ready for spring it isn't even funny. Temps are hovering around average (51°F to 31°F) for the next couple weeks. Then comes March, which, I anticipate to be filled what my PNW self considers average all around temps (60°F to 40°F) tolerable but not ideal. Then the perfection of April-November. Yeah, I complain when it's hot but it's so much more tolerable than ass freezing cold. Also I am tired of wearing sweaters and boots. I want my months of flip-flops back. I want to not have to wear a coat. I want flowers and green leaves. I am filled with longing for the day when one realizes the trees are filled with the particular chartreuse haze of spring buds.
I give up on today. I am cold and unmotivated. I will, perhaps, just go crawl into bed and read a book. Maybe I'll make some tea first. It's really all winter has going for it, cozy blankets and hot tea.
Let's all meditate on what my yard looks like in summer:
Maybe if we wish enough it will come faster? And for comparison, winter: