s it spring yet? I’m one of those lucky people who are disproportionately affected by the seasons, and I have to say that I would sure like for spring to show up any old time now. I have friends in Texas and Louisiana who are bragging about 70-degree+ weather, and I want to physically hurt them. I’m sure it’s the lack of sunlight that’s making me feel so violent, and isn’t that a bit ironic?
Of course, I know what’ll happen as soon as the sun comes out. I’ll hole up in my house or office, trying not to sweat to death and wishing it was just a little cooler. It happens every year, and it makes me feel like a whiny, bratty baby just as often.
When I first started working from home, I had these grand ideas of how I would sit out in my yard in the summer, sipping cold drinks and tap-tap-tapping away on my laptop while surrounded by the smells of summer flowers in the garden and the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. What I discovered, instead, was that it’s far too bright to see the screen outside, my cold drink gets warm really quickly, and I have a yellow jacket infestation in my backyard.
Still, I’m pretty sure that I’m ready for spring. I know the days are already getting longer, which is definitely nice. Whether or not that translates into a less cranky and mopey Lorna still remains to be seen. In the meantime, I’m going to sit around in my boots and long underwear and fantasize about how much better I’ll feel when summer comes.
Until summer comes and I get all cranky and mopey from being too hot.