February, I am tired of you.
Ice-coated limbs are crashing all around the yard.
I am taking a sick day today. Sinus crud. I worked yesterday. It's hard to wear a mask when your nose is running like a wet-weather spring. On the way home from court yesterday, The Boss asked, "Do you need to stay home tomorrow?" Sounded to me like a hint, so I took her up on the offer.
This is going to be a l-o-n-g day. :(
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