This is as predictable as the seasons themselves. I think I'm prepared for the vagaries of what passes for four seasons in this part of the world ("aren't we lucky", people say, "to have four complete seasons to enjoy" while I fume to myself) and then I find out that I'm not. I'm as vulnerable as I was my first "spring" away from home when I realized to my horror that what I thought was normal weather for March, was actually normal weather for June here.
So today is the day when I am not fit to be around. I'm stomping around like a two-year old, and I'm just plain angry and frustrated that it's cold outside. I know its childish, but I can still be reduced to tears by this. I'm trying not to whine, I really am. I'll be better tomorrow. But for today, just give me a little space. I just want to be warm. I am heartsick, I am lonely, I am depressed. I just want to be warm.
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