Dawn Is Me

Just to prove I haven’t died or anything … here I am, with a few random thoughts.

I’ve been ferociously busy, of course. Sometimes, it just gets like this. I can always tell what kind of condition things are in by looking at my desk. Right now, sadly, I can’t look at my desk. It under there somewhere.

No major changes with respect to family matters. And they are all still indulging in all the kid-cuteness that I use as blogging fodder. I just haven’t gotten in here to recount any of those intriguing episodes.

Do I sound kind of dead? I feel kind of dead. I think it’s becauase of February. I hate February. It’s just a generally sucky month. Statistically, most suicides occur in February, did you know that? I can see why. The holidays are over so that warm fuzzy anticipatory feeling isn’t there. As far as winter is concerned, there’s nothing to really look forward to except its end and its end seems very far away. It getting lighter, slowly (sunrise gets earlier and days get longer every day) but it’s still relatively dark and the sunlight is still the wrong color for good cheer.

It’s just … February. Ick.

No doubt I’ll come back to life with the leaves next month. This time is a bit like Dawn-in-Hibernation. But don’t worry. I’m still here.