Good news: it's no longer January. And the people rejoiced.
Or, at least, I rejoiced.
I'm not a big fan of January. It's actually my least favorite month. It seems to last forever and the cold weather exacerbates its position. It should be noted that I'm February is my second least favorite month. But it steers clear from "the worst" distinction because 1) it has fewer days than January [even in a leap year] 2) it's now the month of Kaelyn's birthday so I'm liking it more and 3) it's one month closer to spring.
So here's to one another cold month in the books while inching ever closer to a warmer and greener existence.