Maybe, I used last night’s dinner as an excuse to drag The Holiday out over two days.
But Flowers and Love aside, this has been one of the most wonderful Mondays in recent memory.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t even think of the right word to describe how well I slept.
To the point where when my alarm went off, I wasn’t awake or AWAKE. I was OHMIGODAWAKE.
It was practically unnatural. And I don’t ever want to go back. But I just have this feeling that as a result, tonight I’ll be banished to the Kingdom of the Tumbleweeds.
We have all been there.
Sleep and the evening hours aside, what I’ve loved the most about February, is getting daylight back. I noticed it about a week ago when I pulled into the garage, walked into the house and started up the stairs.
At which point I realized that I didn’t have to flip on a light to make it up the stairs. And that I could see the painting we have hanging in our foyer.
It was Amazing Stuff.
It also means that my sunnies et moi can return to our regular, good old-fashioned weekday nonsense. I don’t want to say that wearing sunglasses is a hobby of mine, but it basically is.
December was kind of ruining my life like that. I was NOT down with our weekend visitation schedule.
In addition to the sunlight making a big-time turnaround, the weather up here yesterday was just ridiculous, and will be for the rest of the week. I think the verdict at the 10 PM newscast on Sunday was that we made it to…48 degrees?
As Marcus and I were scampering in and out of this grocery store and that, I totally cracked.
I was all like, ready to hop on a rooftop and shout, WINTER I FORGIVE YOU FOR EVERYTHING. IT WASN’T YOU, IT WAS ME.
Hello, Stockholm Syndrome.
Are you having a “heat wave” where you are?
I can barely even bring myself to say it for fear of cursing myself, but this weekend I’m getting away to locale where it looks like the temperatures might hit 70. I die. Expect details on that adventure soon!
Do you believe in wearing pink/red for Valentine’s Day?