On February

Generally, my experience with this time of year is that I find myself crying for no particular reason and then I remember that it is February, the most dreadful month. It's gray and cold; Christmas is a distant memory that you only think of when the credit card bill arrives, and summer is just so far away. Even the spring forward of day light savings is just so far away.

As my father puts it, February is the worst month and that's why they made it the shortest. Every once in a while there's a leap year just to remind us how much worse it could be.

Yesterday, I woke up at 12:05 am (February 1st) sweating all over. I went to the bathroom and threw up for about half an hour. Then, I got back into bed and was just too tired to get up and eat the crackers I was craving.

I slept until 8:05 and the day just got worse from there.

So, here's to you February. You didn't pull any punches this year.

There's 26 more days left, and I am steeling myself for what might be coming. You may have gotten off the first blow, February, but I'm a contender. You haven't beaten me yet.