Today is March 1st. It's one of my favorite days of the year. When the calendar turns to March, it means February is over. In my humble opinion (and when is it ever humble?), February is the worst month of the year. By February, winter has completely lost its novelty. The cold weather hs grown tiresome and the short days, while they do start to grow longer, nonetheless remain depressing. Short of the Super Bowl (and perhaps Daytona), Feburary is the year's worst month for sports. The NBA and the NHL are in the midst of their interminable regular seasons and football is over for all but two teams, meaning that unless it's a quadrennial Winter Olympic year, even sports cannot provide a saving grace.
All that changes today. When the calendar turns to March, it means that spring is in sight. It means that we can finally start talking about baseball. It means that in a few short weeks, the day will be as long as the night. We'll have brackets to fill out. We'll have a fighting chance at ditching our winter jackets. We'll celebrate Evacuation Day by partying like it's 1776. We'll celebrate St. Patrick's Day by partying until our blood alcohol level is .1776. And above all, we know that it will be another 337 days before February rolls around again. It may only last 28 days, but the shortest month is also the cruelest. Thank goodness it is over.
P.S. Please excuse the unannounced hiatus in It's A Magical World's publishing schedule. Law school can be a bitch sometimes.
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You seem to have lost your opinions these days. Are you feeling ok?
:)
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