I love the winter, of course. I love the holidays. But I look forward to putting it all away. To wrapping and boxing the decorations, to breaking down the tree, to sweeping up the needles and pulling down the cards.
And then February comes along. And it's awful. No matter how clean and fresh I make January, February is awful.
When I lived in Vancouver, it was easier. Spring comes early there (as those idiots at the Olympics are finding). But in Toronto, February is hard.
In an effort to feel better, I plan to think positive thoughts. Or at least, less negative thoughts. And then, with any luck, the spring will come.