IMG_2032↑ Sneaky puppy climbs into our bed and pretends like she doesn’t know that she’s not supposed to be up there. ↑

Sorry I was MIA last week.  Truth be told, I was in a bit of a post-holiday slump and didn’t feel much like writing an upbeat post when I really wasn’t feeling that way.

Honesty, y’know?

I have a hard time around this time of the year.  The holidays end, I go back to work, and I get a little… blue.  I think the idea that the holidays are soooo far away is tough for me to handle (because it’s my most favorite time of year).  Not to mention that there’s like zero things to really look forward to in the first three months of the year.

We all know Valentine’s Day doesn’t reeeeaaally count as a “real” holiday.

Not that I don’t love the whole candy/flowers/eating a fancy meal thing.

Oh yeah, and the loooove.

But anyway, sometimes life in January just feels a little… monotonous.  Y’know, trying to slim down after the over-indulgence of the holidays, cranking things out at work again, going through the motions day after day, KC is in busy season and so is basically never home…  And here’s the really obnoxious part — this whole “it’s sunny and 75 degrees” in January thing, is KILLING me.

And I get it — most people are psyched by the fact that it’s warmer now than it was in July.  Our summer this year wasn’t really anything to write home about.  BUT — I love the rain.  I wait for the cold, grey, rainy weather all year.  I realize that I’m in the minority here, and that’s cool.  You can enjoy the sun all you want.  All I’m saying is if El Niño came back and it rained everyday for the next 2.5 months, I’d probably be cool with it.

It’s ok if you’re thinking mean thoughts about me at this point.

I should probably move to Seattle or Portland or something and just get over it.

Anyway, if you’re like me and find January to be an utterly depressing month…

I’m right there with ya.

Hope your week is great.

And I hope it rains.

A lot.