This may have been the longest, greyest, snowiest winter I've ever experienced. We didn't see the grass up here at Purdue from Thanksgiving through mid-February. With the wind chill keeping things down in the teens or single digits for daytime highs, most of the winter has also been rather cold. Yes, I know, there are colder, greyer places to spend the winter, but there's a reason I'm not living in one of them.
Last week we got a nice warm spell with days up to fifty degrees. It was grand. I even got to wear a skirt. Naive as I was, I thought that this faux-spring would be enough to hold me over until vrai-spring arrived, but I was wrong. I'm more impatient than ever. It's currently below freezing, and it snowed enough yesterday to stick to the wet, half-thawed ground. Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early spring, and if we don't get one I'm going to have a choice word or two for him.
People keep on reminding me that it's still February, and that early March is just as bad. Yes, I know that. Yes, I also know that spring will get here soon enough if I'm just patient. But I'm not, so I'm just going to mentally huff and puff at the weather for a few more weeks until it does what I want because it's the proper time and not because I told it to. In the meantime, I'm making my blog more spring-like, as you may have noticed.
I hope you haven't minded my complaints. They're only to be taken moderately seriously. On another note, I should be writing more often this semester, so I'll see you again soon. Have a happy stupid, grey, cold February day.
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