I was reading Norma's post this morning, and it brought to mind my long standing prejudice against February. I kind of feel guilty that I'm about to complain, since it's been such a mild winter up until this past week, but after the ass-kicking of the last 4 winters, I'm not gonna let a little bit of guilt stop me. Here's one girl's grudge against February:
1) It's cold. And it's been cold for a really freakin long time. I know that December is cold and January is even colder, but by the time February rolls around I just can't take it any longer. By this time of year I've gotten to the point where the thought of undressing to take a shower is painful. My clothes are the only thing preventing me from freezing to death and the thought of taking them off seems crazy to me. Because the air is So Cold. So are the floors. Also, I miss having feeling in my pinkie toes.
2) Static. It's cold enough and dry enough that what used to be a cute little electric shock is now a heart-stopping, flesh-rendering bolt. It hurts, and I'm sick of being afraid to take a fleece out of the dryer, to open my car door, or of brushing my hair.
3) There are no good sports on. Granted I know this is extremely biased, but I'm a Red Sox/Patriots girl, and the 4 weeks between the Super Bowl and Spring training feels like an eternity. Olympic years aside of course. They helped, a little.
4) Work sucks in February. In finance, it's by far the busiest time of year. I think in New England in general, everyone gets busy at work during February, because it's so cold and so dark that there's nothing else to do and it's all work, all the time. We've long since passed the holiday fun, and the next long weekend is Memorial Day. So far away. So, it's cold, dark, and I get home at 8pm. And since it's been dark for hours it practically feels like midnight. So late. So dark.
But now it's March, and we're only a few short weeks away from Spring! Hooray for March! I actually heard birds chirping this morning on my way to work. It was only 14 degrees out, so I don't know what kind of arctic birds they were, but they were chirping, and it was fabulous!