It has always been a weird month. Sure its short, and we technically have a holiday. But for it being the shortest month of the year, it seems to take freaking forever. Perhaps it is the gloominess. Or the fact the days are stupidly (is this even a word) short. Its cold, its nasty and more than anything February seems to bring out this sense of blandness to the entire area.
Yes I know my son was born in February. So perhaps that is something enough to celebrate.
We spent a couple glorious days in the hot Florida sun where we pretended there wasn't a foot of snow heading our way and the words Polar Vortex never crossed our mind. And then there is the whole love theme going on around the world. And OK at least this year the Olympics seemed to hold my attention long enough that for some reason the days passed relatively with ease.
But if you ask me, the month could go a little faster.