winter is for the birds. (well, kind of)
02/04/2010its february. this is the time when the true meaning of winter hits home. the snow is pretty and the blankets are cozy, but my head is cold and cabin fever is driving me crazy! the dry air has my sinuses in a funk and my cat wishes he could get some fresh air. he’s frail these days and his bones can’t stand the cold.
next year this time, i will not be in chicago. i need moisture in the air, and not the fake kind that comes from snow. i prefer good, old fashioned humidity and 80+ degrees. SUNNY!
until then, i’ll be abit crotchety and abrasive. and i’ll blame it all on the cold.
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