This winter has been cruel. I like to think that I've handled it with grace to this point, but I will admit that the last couple of weeks have elicited some strong reactions from me. It can best be described as a grieving process. Grief over the spring that refuses to join us.
First, there was disbelief.
Then the praying, bargaining, begging to the powers that be to please just stop the flippin' snow.
Then depression hit. Hard.
And, finally, acceptance.
If anybody wants me, I'll be over here drowning my sorrows in a vat of red wine. Let me know when spring finally shows up, will you?
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