Glimmer

Slowly, slowly the earth is tilting in its orbit so that we are seeing more sunshine, more warmth and the end of the snow for a little while. Slowly. And with that I am feeling glimmers of springtime. Not quite full-on spring fever. But a little bit spring-y, nonetheless.

I hate winter, and make no mistake. Always have, always will. My time in between November and March is merely a continuing search for ways to stay warm and avoid the outdoors and not kill my fellow man. I have people suggest all kinds of outdoorsy things to do in the winter and I have to put up the hand and go “Well, THERE’S your problem. OUTDOORS.” I seek to stay indoors and warm. That is all. Okay, if I am completely honest: stay indoors and warm, with something good to watch on the Interwebs and some knitting. And if it’s really cold out — sexy tasty coffee.

But now, even with the cold couple of weeks and the 25 cm of snow last week and all that, you can tell spring is coming.

Saturday was the first time I really, truly felt it this year. I was on my way to my hair appointment. The sun was shining, the radio was on, and I was driving way too fast.

(OMG. Too much Top Gear. I was all OH HELLO MY BRAIN THE STIG IS IN YOU NOW and then I was all about the BRAKE INTO THE CORNER and then VROOM FULL OUT. So, that’s bad very bad.)

Anyway, I felt GOOD. I felt HAPPY and kind of OPTIMISTIC. These are words not commonly associated with winter, at least in my books. Or with me, come to that. Yeah, I was tired. But it was okay.

Afterwards, driving home, it was more of the same VROOM HELLO STIG DRIVING HOME IN THE SUNSHINE. And I got home and picked up BDH and Stinkerbelle, and off we went to visit Home Despot for something to screen us from Neighbour Porn, and then lunch.

We went Out For Lunch. Someplace Out In The World With Other People. And it wasn’t terrible. We goofed around and took pictures of each other and blah-de-blahed about March Madness and Stinkerbelle danced on the seat. And OMG I drank a BEER. My first in MONTHS. It was deelish. All in all, it was a great time.

Now, shortly thereafter, all of that came crashing to a halt, as we all began to feel tired and draggy and got bitchslapped by another cold.

Meh. It can’t all be perfect.

But for a few hours there, even just for a little while, spring fever was on its way. There is a glimmer of light at the end of the snowy, dark, cold tunnel. I’m going to keep walking — or maybe, driving really fast, singing bad 80s music very loudly — towards it.

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