Mid-March, it’s snowing constantly, we’re under a weather advisory, as it’s going to be 20 degrees below zero wind-chill for the next 24-36 hours and I’m itching for spring. The weatherman a few days ago reminded us that last year at this time, amidst a very unseasonably warm winter that we’d reached 80 degrees. I had to stop myself from yelling mean things at my radio.
Suffice it to say, I’m tired of waiting. I’m waiting for winter to be over, I’m waiting to hear from schools, and I’m waiting a lot at work. I’ve decided that this is a good opportunity to practice and improve my patience skills. At least that’s how I’m trying to spin it, as getting mad about things beyond my control is entirely useless, however, at times very tempting.