Shows you what the fark I know. (Absolutely nothing.)
I have never bitched, whined and complained this much about weather before. Ever. 'You thought it was spring but it isn't by a long mile!' teaser March weared me down completely and as I was looking forward to April, that month came in even more evil than its predecessor. Perhaps that month is now cursed with the words of T.S. Eliot who ruined it for everyone by claiming that April is the cruellest month, although he definitely wasn't talking about weather. I spent April in sweaters and parkas and thermal underwear.
It's May now. I am less cold and extremely thankful for it, although I still stare at the sky with deep suspicion before going out.
Ever setting up new projects; running around meeting people, drinking and dining, talking, socializing, thinking, planning, trying to get things going.
I started painting again. Hoping to justify that 'living creatively' statement I have up there without feeling like a hack. It's going to be a long process, but I'll get there.