Happy Coming-Out-of-My-Cave Day Yo!

As I have VERY TEDIOUSLY AND FREQUENTLY noted I have a hard time during the winter months. I wish I didn't. Winter is beautiful, and besides I don't like being depressed. Imagine!

Anyway, my niece Kelli inadvertently helped me a few years ago when she explained that as a biology major, she and other BYU students went around dragging sleeping bears out of their caves by their hairy ankles to do . . . I can't remember what. Count them? Tag them? On facebook? But whatever. She explained that the bears weren't dangerous when they hibernate and that also they don't really sleep. They just go semi-comatose for awhile: drool, watch a lot of bad TV, eat too many carbs, etc. But when spring hits? Dude! Those mothers are outta the caves!

That's when I just decided to embrace hibernation instead of fighting it like I always do in Jan/Feb. And then when March 15th rolls around, I and my hairy ankles would just POP out of the cave.

So it's March 15th today.

Time to wake up.