Tonight when I walked home from work it was light.
Later, when I hauled my butt out to exercise, it was still light.
Which means, drum roll, that Sping must be bouncing her way across the ether on her way Down Under.
I just wish she'd damn well hurry up and get here because I cannot tell you on how many levels this winter is getting on my tits.
I know I'm not in Syria, or Afghanistan, or Greece; I do not spend my waking hours avoiding bullets or searching for food and shelter. Whinging about the weather is such a first world luxury. But I have never known a Welly winter as cold as this one.
If it doesn't get warmer soon, I fear I will seriously lose my shit.
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Later, when I hauled my butt out to exercise, it was still light.
Which means, drum roll, that Sping must be bouncing her way across the ether on her way Down Under.
I just wish she'd damn well hurry up and get here because I cannot tell you on how many levels this winter is getting on my tits.
I know I'm not in Syria, or Afghanistan, or Greece; I do not spend my waking hours avoiding bullets or searching for food and shelter. Whinging about the weather is such a first world luxury. But I have never known a Welly winter as cold as this one.
If it doesn't get warmer soon, I fear I will seriously lose my shit.
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