Spring
According to the google, Spring started here in Massachusetts about an hour ago.
Fucking finally.
Is it just me or was that the longest winter ever? Overall it wasn’t that bad of a winter, but it was still awful. We barely got any snow until late in the season, but we got a ton of it in February and even though the calendar says it is Spring now, I expect we’ve got another snow storm or two in our future. Before the snow came though, it was bitter cold. We had weeks and weeks of ridiculously cold temperatures. It was torture.
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Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we live in a place where the weather tortures us? Why can’t we live in a place where summer ends in January and starts in February and in the space between we get fall and spring rolled into one 65 degree week or two?
I don’t know man, let’s chalk it up to some sort of seasonal masochism disorder and just move on to the Spring… which should start feeling like Spring in about two months or so. Crud.
I want to do something this weekend. I don’t know what. Winter is over, let’s celebrate. I want to go walk around the city. I want to visit the ocean. I do not, however, want to freeze my ass off so I doubt we’ll do either of those things. I don’t know. I don’t know what will make me happy today. I just can’t figure out that little math problem. The answer is probably… nothing. Crud, right?
Okay, red head. Fun’s over. Get back to work. Those custom requests aren’t going to review themselves.
