To thee, oh 124, do I give thanks and praise. Thank you for checking my idle blog. Thank you for hoping, against all odds, that one day? there would be something posted here.
Even though I’m pretty sure that at least 20 of you were spammers or spambots or whatever the kids are using to conquer the internet these days.
So. How’s life? I have missed you. I have missed blogging. I gave up facebook games for lent and decided to start journaling on paper instead, which kind of sapped my write-power. I am happy to report that I am still off the juice, a.k.a. Bejeweled Blitz. Don’t even go there.
Spring is springing all over the place here in New York (not the city), and I see electric green fluffs on the hillsides now during my morning commute, as well as rushing streams and swollen rivers and all of those other springy-type things.
I don’t know about you, but I hate winter. After Christmas, I pretty much can’t see the point in going on. Winter, that is. Winter going on. February and March are the bane of my entire year. They hurt me. They burn me with cold and scare me with ice and weather warnings. They glue me to my computer, checking forecasts, rendering me incapable of deciding whether it’s worth risking my life to drive to work that day (or will the snow miss us again??).
So, basically, I just wanted to pop by to say, giddyap, or giddeup, um, maybe giddy-up? Know what I mean? I’m trying to convey that I am back on that durn horse again.
That so didn’t work out the way I planned.
See you soon.
4 thoughts on “to my darling 124.”
I am with you on the evil months of February and March. I’d even through January into that lot. Yay for loveliness! Welcome back.
yeah, it’s january, too. i am just not cut out for winter! 🙂
Hating winter, which thanks to the awesome power of April storms, keeps whipping us with its long tendrils.
allie, that is a great way to put how i felt for most of this month. yesterday was much better. 🙂 lots of sun and clear blue skies.