Winter Blahs

For the last week plus, our thermometers have topped out each day in the 30’s, sometimes even the 40’s. Things were unseasonably warm and melty. The air smelled like thawing soil.

Coincidentally, I have been feeling all “ha, ha, HA. Winter is not kicking my ass this year. And I’m not even on vitimin Z!*”
*that would be code for Zoloft.

Well. Turns out the two were related.
This week we are back to our (typical) single digits, with wind chills making it feel like it’s below zero. And SNAP!, just like that, I’m feeling like winter will never, ever end, and I’ll be inside my static-y, dry-aired, stale-smelling house forever and ever and ever and EVER and….
*downward mental spiral*
I did look back on my photos from last winter, and there is ACTUAL PROOF that we had several warm days in March. No coat days, even.

On the day pictured above, we became hot enough on our walk home from the still-frozen lake that we had to shed our (light weight) jackets. And notice they are wearing rain boots instead of snow boots? I remember that gloriously warm day well.

March isn’t that far off.
I can make it to March.
I think.