Like in earlier years, the week of Martin Luther King’s Birthday holiday nearly took me out of the game.
I had prepared myself for the agonizing three-day weekend. But was ill prepared for the surprise snow days that created a 10 day holiday.
I begged people for playdates with no results. My kid got so stir crazy, he was crying. I said last week was the longest month I ever spent.
And when Eamon mentioned the winter break seemed like it was still going, I said I was winter broken.
As the thawing finally began though, there was that sense of hope that thoughts of Spring brings.
The birds are hinting with their twittering in the distance.
And the snow was melty enough for me to suggest Eamon try to make a snowman.
I forget his name, if he had one, but we all agreed he had leafresy.
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This is the winter that won’t end. I know it’s the first week of February but I’m bitter. I was supposed to be in Florida for two weeks!
Oh no, what happened? A lost vacation is a terrible and tragic thing. I’m so sorry for your loss.