The dreaded month

I guess it depends where you live (this gripe is less likely to be heard in the southern hemisphere), but March, to me, is the dreaded month. Thirty-one more days of closed windows. Thirty-one more days of scraping ice off my car. Thirty-one more days of choosing, yet again, to wear snow shoes instead of my new suede booties.

Sure the days are getting longer and I'll soon leave work while there's still a shred of light. Sure I hear birds chirping when I wake up and I continue to wake up in a safe warm bed. But March... ahh March. How I hate you.

So let's brainstorm some natural highs that keep up chugging through the end of winter. I can't drink ALL THE ALCOHOL and unfortunately looking at the smile of your child doesn't apply to me so you're going to have to think more broadly. Here's what I've come up with: petting animals, learning new things, making art, looking at art, reading books for pleasure, gift-giving, receiving personal mail, and swings. 

It might still be too cold for swings, but it's not too soon to daydream about having one indoors.

And in the meantime, there are braid crowns:

Braid crown day two -- bedhead and all.
If long hair is not used for braid crowns, what's the point of having it?
And yes, my winter skin is that reflective.