(no subject)

Mar 30, 2011 01:22

I'm getting sick of the cold.

You have to realize, I love the cold and prefer it greatly to being hot. So this is saying something. Maybe I'm not saying anything.

It' not even really cold anymore. It's mostly above freezing during the daylight hours now. It's even been up in the mid 40s°F recently (45°F is about 7°C if you are non-American or just pretentious).

I'm not really tired of the cold. I'm tired of the associated motions. I'm tired of the behavior it evokes. I don't like waking up and checking the weather to see how many sweaters I should sport when I leave the house.

Or maybe I'm not even tired of that. I'm really just experiencing my first taste of burn-out in over a year, and I am trying to pass it off as frustration over winter's last dying grip on the New England.

I can't help but hope that this feeling will pass with the coming of spring, but I can only hope. I need a real break, some time to sit and idle. I don't see one coming soon, though, and summer is still over 6 weeks off.
Previous post Next post
Up