February

At the end of January, I decided I was going to try to like February this year. I have hated this month the past few years because winter seems to be at its worst and it felt even worse (worse than worst?) because I had usually just returned from a trip to some place warm (SF was the case all through school, last year it was the business trip to Phoenix). And then hello, hellish February.

My end of January forecast for February this year was bright and filled with happiness and sunshine. While the weather forecasts are proving to be true (apparently it's nearing 50 degrees outside today), my happiness forecast is proving to be false.

I think I'll be okay, but this was maybe the shittiest week of all weeks I've had since I moved here. I'm feeling a little better now because it's Saturday and I have plans tonight that I've been looking forward to for quite awhile. But this week was just bad. Weirdly bad. I received bad news about my mom's dad on Tuesday, stepmom's dad on Wednesday. And their illnesses are semi-related.

Last night while cooking dinner, I burned my wrist pretty badly and now have a suspicious mark there. My week wasn't that bad! I swear it's just a burn!

I apologize, readers. I don't normally blog about my feelings (or maybe I do?), but it was necessary. Thanks.

February, you have three weeks to redeem yourself.