“February was so long that it lasted until March.”
Dar Williams, another lyricist for any occasion, in “February.”
Last night while driving to pick up my eldest daughter from dance, I realized that my car’s tires had not directly touched asphalt in over a month. The same is true of the soles of my shoes. As a matter of fact, the last time I walked on a paved road for any distance I was wearing snowshoes, and was glad to have them. Madison got another couple inches of snow yesterday, and we’re expecting four to eight more on Sunday.
This is not a complaint; it’s just an observation. That, and March is coming. I swear it is.