Oh, man. It’s Monday. Nineteen degrees. The last week of January.
I am fighting these winter blues, I swear I am. But it is HARD. Let’s just hope the groundhog doesn’t see his shadow on Friday. (I can’t believe I just mentioned Friday. It’s, like, a million years away from right now. Oops. I guess that fight isn’t going so well.)
One thing sure to help? Thinking ahead to warmer weather. I think this week I’m going to splurge on a new pair of flip flops, even if I won’t get to wear them for another couple of months. Dedicated readers will remember that back in September, I lost my beloved Havaianas flip flops in a sand dune (long story: actually, I only lost one, but what are you going to do with one flip flop?). While I was able to find some Tevas I liked to replace them, it’s just NOT the same. And for $11.95, maybe I can even get two pairs. Then, when they come, I’ll put them in my closet, along with my sunscreen and tank tops, erect a little shrine to spring and summer that I can kneel down in front of when the going gets rough. I mean, we still have all of February to go! Fight on. Fight on!
There are, of course, good things about February. Like February sweeps, which will be starting up soon, new exciting episodes of all my favorite shows. The Oscars. The Superbowl (which, to me, means Superbowl food more than the game itself, but whatever). Valentine’s Day chocolates, possible snow days, the new Mandy Moore movie (with Diane Keaton!), the Departed on DVD (maybe now I’ll FINALLY see it) and last but not least, it’s only 28 days long. Sure, that’s only two or three days less than most months. But in February, I’ll take what I can get. Every little bit helps.
Okay, I’m going to bundle up and go warm up my car now. Sigh. I just have to keep telling myself: think flip flops. Flip flops. Flip flops!