Expectation Versus Reality. . . Winter Edition.

I LOVE me some cozy, hygge-drenched winter. LOVE. I have always loved the winter months. Unlike some folks who find, . . to quote my shut-in bestie Emily (party animal) Dickinson. . ."There's a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – ," I find the bright, glittering silver of a REAL winter day to be completely energizing.

Something along ^^^^^^these lines is completely, 100% my jam. But. . . that's not what I've got in my life right now. What I've got is. . . . . .

Some.

Stone.

Cold.

BULLSHIT!

It's the middle of December. It's brown. I hate it. I live in a northern part of the country for a reason and this. . . this is not it. I know some folks really hate winter and it brings them down in a pretty major way but I find the brown-non-winter-non-autumn-non-anything pretty business that has become December in Wisconsin to be throroughly depressing. I find myself crabbier. I don't enjoy the holidays as much. I find my patience levels to be very low. I do not have these issues when it is gray and snowy. just when it's brown. My sincere hope is that soon, I will be in my much-preferred snowy landscape. For now. . . . I guess I'll just suffer in the cold, lumpy oatmeal that is the current meteorlogical crapitude.