We seem to be having a string of dreary, gray days this February. I try not to get too down, but the lack of sunshine feels like a weight on my chest. If I could, I would wrap up in a quilt, brew some hot spiced tea, watch Monk reruns, and eat popcorn until Spring comes. Alas – I don’t have that option. Got to get up and go to work every day. I’m thankful for my job, of course, but sometimes it’s a little depressing to think that I will probably be working for about another umpteen hundred million years. Ah, well.