This is arguably in poor taste given that I’ve vaguely heard of a winterpocalype devastating basically all of the midwest. But I think of winter proper being composed of the months of December through February, even though it’s not practically true and March always ends up acting like it was seduced by the dark side. Therefore the first day of February is kind of an excuse to celebrate, since it means that official winter, of which I am thoroughly sick, is officially 2/3 over.
So let it be written, so let it be imagined. And now I’m going to town to hopefully get the right plumbing parts I need, since it turns out I pretty comically screwed that up last week and have wasted a couple of pretty nice days in the meantime.