I can't tell you how much crap I've endured in the month of January in my life. When I was a kid it was just the pain in the ass drag of going back to school after the Christmas/winter break. As I've gotten older it's gotten worse and the pain in the ass quotient has skyrocketed. Serious relationships grinding to painful halts, drug addictions taking over the lives of loved ones, ice storms that turn a region into a disaster area and every form of sickness popular with the cool kids.
I've really spent most of these past two months sick as hell with one damn thing or another. Strangely enough, my personal life has taken a decided upswing at the same time as my body has been producing all kinds of disgusting things. My motto seems to be: "it could be worse." And that has proven true around these hills lately. But me being sick all the time coupled with one of my furry children sustaining an injury (that he's recovering from) has really made me hate January and February.
So, here's saying goodbye to January and February, welcome to March and "Come on Spring!"