The past couple weeks have physically been a breeze, but emotionally I'm a bit of a wreck. I think it has quite a bit to do with D.Roland and everything to do with the weather. It's a seasonal dip I struggle with every year at about this time when I crave warm weather, sun, and falling asleep down by the lake but am living day after day of cloudy skies, freezing temps, and 4:30 PM sunsets. This is probably the hardest thing (and best thing) about living in Minnesota, and I know there are far colder places than St. Paul, but when I stopped to pinpoint exactly what was making me so sad I realized it was just a matter of not seeing blue sky in what-feels-something-like-40-million-days. And the constant act of bending over to towel off the dog so he doesn't drag snow into the house. Nothing too tragic, but it was enough to make me start yelling obscenities at a carton of soy milk because I couldn't get the safety cap off.
Usually, this isn't the case. I love the winter, the cold, the snow, and all the bundling up that is Minne-snow-ta. But for some reason, the negative digit degrees just hasn't sat well with me lately. Maybe it's the being stuck instead because going out always involves way too much energy, layers, and time. It's probably a combination of any and all of the above factors.
In other news, tonight as Liz, Michael and I were leaving our wonderful chiropractic event the snow was falling in the most beautiful way... the kind that makes you feel like you're in that clearing of the woods scene of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe movie and your life is about to get much more interesting...
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