The winters are hard, but that is part of the charm. You go about your life on -80 gajillion degree days, pretending you neither notice nor care that three of your ten digits froze and fell off two blocks earlier.
You turn to the new transplant from SoCal at the bus stop saying, "It's not so bad, you should have seen it two years ago".
January and February are suitably brutal, but you know it's coming. March is predictable in its unpredictability. The month with the lions and the lambs and such . . . got it all well in hand. April? April is where it all turns around. The month of returning to biking, the month of budding trees, tulips springing up, when you see the potential for the summer to come, and . . .
... God ...
... Damnit ...
... Minnesota.
It's April #&%@$ 18th! Even the CATS are trying to escape from this god forsaken month . . .
. . . and they're INDOOR ONLY!
Ach, so it goes.
As I'm sure you've gleaned, it's the Stein portion of RowStein this week. And although the weather has been spectacularly bad so far this April, the consequent lack of outdoor activities has given me no good excuse not do everything I need to get done. Namely, piles upon heaps upon mountains of schoolwork. I've been truly up to my eyeballs in work since Whit headed back to the land of the rising sun.
The good news is that there is an end in sight!
The bad news is that it will be 4 weeks, with some pretty high hoops to jump through (flaming of course), in the meantime. I'll outline the craziness that will be end of the semester and the ensuing summer next time, but for now bed beckons with sweet dreams of temperatures breaking 45 degrees . . . you know . . . in July.
Ta ta for now, and don't forget to feed the fishes.
DW
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