Every February I feel like crap.
February can be a bit more dreary here. I'm tired of the cold, oh so tired of being cold.
I know I must remember this when it's 90 degrees with 90% humidity.
Must remember this feeling of my cold numb fingers typing on my key board.
My skin is constantly cold unless I am under blankets of late.
Rick grabbed my face yesterday to kiss me and said, "My God woman you are like ice."
No shit. I don't know what this new phenom is with me.
All of my life I was the person who was warm. I am still that girl that likes to sleep in a room that is cold as a meat locker but otherwise I want to be warm. I can never get warm lately.
This is so new to me. And I don't like it much. Although being cold is still better than being warm or hot all the time. I just keep putting on my more clothes. Can't take off more clothes.
No one will allow me to walk the dog like that!
Also in February as I look in the mirror to put on my face it looks so pale.
I need color. No, not blush, just all over a bit of color so I look alive.
I bet February is the highest travel month for snow birds to head south.
While I don't have snow I am pale and my legs alone could be seen at night with the lights out they are so pale and shockingly white. I got a new pair of shorts to work out in and when I put them on the stark black against my stark white legs was as Rick said, "blinding"
Guess I won't wear them until the sun hits these legs first. May be a long while then.
I had a spray tan once. She made my feet so dark they looked dirty and I could only wear socks and shoes until it went away. It was dreadful and it made Rick laugh and laugh. The ass.
I looked ridiculous and he had the right to laugh I suppose.
If it hadn't been me I'd have laughed too.
Thankfully February is a short month.
March means spring right? Right? Can you hear me March?
Cherry Blossoms are normally in March.
I want warm. 65 degrees would be perfection right now.
I want to plant flowers. I want to plant some herbs.
I want to put the hummingbird feeder out again and watch those little suckers circle.
Spring can you hear me?