Nothing makes me more aware of my ridiculous seasonal depression like having a couple days of sunny warmer weather.
This week we got two glorious days of sun and +11ºC. The dog was happy, the kids were playing tennis. My feet didn’t feel like icicles because I forgot to wear slippers around my house. Then, with malice and hatred, the weather man burst my sunny bubble – calling for a cold front with a snow storm coming up from Texas. FUCK YOU TEXAS.
To get to work today I had to scrape the snow off of my car first. I don’t like doing physical labour first thing in the morning. I cried and my tears literally turned to ice. Okay…that didn’t happen, but I’m seriously just so over this.
So, with my desperate longing for spring in mind, I thought I’d do a Book Nook Sunday totally dedicated to bright spring colours.
I could sit in these rooms and read and forget about the fact that this winter has lasted seventy-eleven years so far.