Oh, sweetie. When the poet called April the cruellest month, he was wrong. That's February. "Cabin fever time," we used to call it when I lived in the great north. Everyone I know is suffering from it.
I don't mean to trivialize your feelings; you've got a lot on your plate. But also: February.
It's actually been freakishly warm and pleasant here for the past couple of weeks. Like, on Friday Alex and I went for two different walks, and for the second walk neither one of us even needed a coat. So for the most part I've been able to get out.
Of course, this morning was vintage February, cold and windy, and my bus was 25 minutes late. But anyway.
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I don't mean to trivialize your feelings; you've got a lot on your plate. But also: February.
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Of course, this morning was vintage February, cold and windy, and my bus was 25 minutes late. But anyway.
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