I think Mother Nature is punking me.
It must be March. Really. My head is stuffed and throbbing with the worst cold. And I only get colds in the spring. Spring cold. Must be spring! Also? Just a touch of the depression, perhaps helped out by the cold. Another sign of spring.
I'm keeping myself entertained with all the baking (Princess wants treats to take in for her class tomorrow. Why not?). Plus it's been plenty cold here. I've had our first fire of the year, even though I usually try to hold out for November. It was just so cold and miserable that a fire seemed the only thing to cure the blahs (and it totally worked!). Actually, with a roaring fire, warm sweater, turkey soup in the slow cooker and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, you have to admit life is pretty good.
Take that depression! Life is good--GOOD! La La La I'm ignoring you.
I so wish that actually worked.
So look what I saw out the window yesterday:
Do you see it? Is this better?
That looks like March, right? Like the last snow of the year, not the first?
Humour me internets, I'm ill.