This is the time of year when I’m extra-fidgety, extra-grouchy, and extra-dissatisfied with life in general. The miracle that is February, and perhaps Seasonal Affective Disorder; but diagnoses for every little thing aren’t really my bag. What I could really go for is about three hours in a fencing gym and a lazy dinner with no dish duty. I can’t have that so I’m going take care of my 2 o’clock appointment, strap on my kicks, pound some pavement and attempt to cheer myself up by enjoying the excellent weather we have today.
If I ever get a job that pays enough for me to let me splurge once in awhile I might actually be able to afford to start fencing again. That’d be the day.