I guess all that live-blogging Sunday night just (shades of WAYNE'S WORLD) sucked out my will to live. Or at least blog.
I have to say this past winter has really kicked my butt. Winter always kicks my butt (google SAD and you'll see why) but this year it's just been . . . terrible. And I'm not sure why. It could be that I wasn't expecting to feel this bad. Last summer I ran a lot, I spent tons of time in the sun, I lost weight, and when autumn arrived, I felt optimistic about handling the months ahead. SO YES. I GOT ALL SASSY AND ARROGANT. Arrogant, arrogant me. Like somehow I was gonna get a pass this year because I was being so proactive on the exercise front while saying no to bacon doughnuts on the bacon doughnut front. And for awhile I did okay. Even into January I was riding my stationary bike while not succumbing to despair.
And then the depression hit and spread through my brain like black ink in a sponge.
Yesterday was beautiful. The sky was blue and the air was clear. You could almost smell spring. And I did think to myself as I looked at Mt. Olympus (I had to go to Holladay twice yesterday) that I might be okay after all.
Here's to a fistful of crocuses. May you bloom soon.