ManicDDaily

I wake up today, the 29th, feeling subject to just one too many days of February.

When they said that you couldn’t have too much of a good thing, they weren’t talking about February.

Whose primary youth-formed associations (for me) are the birthdays of  a couple of long dead, albeit great, presidents–cut-outs of red cherries on school bulletin boards; silhouettes of flip wigs and curved beards.

Yes, these days it’s also Black History Month, and there are some great celebrations there, I suppose, but for me, it’s still February, as in, extremely Grey wherever I happen to live.

The weather this month has actually been quite beautiful.  (Evidence – photo from yesterday above.)

And yet, I still feel, not-so-deep in my February-frayed soul, my winter-pasty limbs, thick cloud, cold damp, and a malaise the color of sidewalk (with an occasional patch of stuck gum.)

And the big news of the day–Romney’s finally winning states he was expected to win up till recently–I’m relieved on one level, but it’s also hard to feel excited exactly–