I am more than ready for spring to arrive. I have officially broken. I have reached my point with winter.

All autumn long I pep talked myself, mentally preparing myself for the hard times ahead.

The seasons began to rapidly change, and waxy frost appeared on still green plants every morning. My breath became a visible, tangible thing. Then, snow.

Light, not cold enough even for it to stick to the ground. But it was there.

Gradually, the number of leisurely bike rides began to diminish, then disappear altogether. Riding now was reserved only for all important tasks, like getting to work and home, and running errands that couldn't be put off, such as grocery shopping and banking.

The temperature continued on a decline. Before you know it, the ground outside is covered in a 3 foot deep strata of snow, ice, and greyish brown half frozen slop. All the trees and now brown dead plants look as though they have been coated in glass. A beautiful effect, but knowing that the entire world around you is in a deep freeze sends you into some kind of primitive survivalist mode. The wind is now powerful enough to send you careening into another lane of traffic or stop you dead in your tracks. Sometimes you have to knock snow clumps off of your wheels and cogs so you can move.

Then you snap.

You are now certain that you are going to die, and that they won't find your body till all the snow melts in June. You abandon riding a bicycle all together, and resort to fearfully toddling on slippery sidewalks. This too gives way to public transportation. The bank and the grocery store no longer seem that important, and your diet increasingly reflects this by consisting mostly of pastries from the bakery that employs you, beer, and junk food that the gas station across the street sells. You become a 45 year old bachelor, apparently. You are living the dream.

Today, the sun is out. It is shining brightly, and it gives me hope that this horrible, awful, cold, wet, and salty season will soon be a thing of the past. I am also shaking either the longest flu/cold coughing fever thing ever, or I am on round 2 of being sick. Normally, I am pretty healthy and solid. But a combination of winter air, viruses going around, and winter induced psychosis is obviously taking its toll on me this year.

I realize now that I am rather poorly built. As I jab at keyboard buttons, my dear boyfriend is riding his bicycle downtown, faithfully making deliveries all day. Every day. Ice storm nothin. Oh, and he has not even gotten a little sick. This is amazing to me, as I am feverish, sweaty, and have sticky yellow fluid just oozing from my head, and we share very close quarters.

At any rate, having so much locked-myself-in-my-apartment time is nice for crafty fun.

I am currently working on a Bunny friend, who will hopefully be in my etsy shop this week. I have also been enjoying some trial and error embroidery on paper. The embroidering itself is fun, but I am NOT an advanced straight line cutter, and this is sort of peeing in my tea cup. I purchased a paper cutter...but it was a discount one and the blade is CURVED. So, lesson here is not to buy discount paper cutters, I suppose.

And now the return to crocheting...