cimorene

February is the worst month of winter because it's just 100% dirty ice and snow coating everything (here). It's guaranteed already fully coated in snow and ice by the beginning of it and guaranteed that there's still snow and ice and the end of it (though it's totally likely to have thaws in between; they simply don't last long enough to get rid of the built up snow and ice before it snows or rains and freezes again, trapping the previous layers of gravel under layers of more ice). It's been cold but not SUPER cold most of this month, above freezing quite a few days, rain, snow, hail, sleet, slush, and what feels like whole weeks without a glimpse of sunshine.

Last week was particularly exhausting, with a super-social long day on Tuesday full of interacting with people and then another super-social long day on Wednesday where I was only alone at work for about ten minutes in the morning and twenty before the end of the day, with a Valentine's Day party in between and a bunch of people to converse with. Thursday and Friday I was mostly alone but I got an unexpected quantity of tasks to do all at once that interfered with my plans to start to clean the floor. Sometimes the floor just gets dirty enough that you actually want to live with it less than you want to get all gross and sweaty futilely struggling to mop it. And then sometimes you have an advanced plan of mopping and have totally steeled yourself to embark on the distasteful project, and then something comes up, and it's all very anticlimactic.

Also I keep staying up way too late trying to finish this sweater I'm knitting. The fabric is so beautiful and I just really want to wear it! But I was somehow thinking I would have time to start sewing better flannel bloomers and cutting out the striped wool skirt this weekend, and that doesn't look very likely anymore either.