January and February have never been two of my favorite months. They've always struck me as relatively bland, unappealing, and cold. Despite that, I've been feeling cautiously optimistic this morning, largely because of the better-than-usual Winter temperatures predicted here for the next several days.
In the back of my mind, however, I'm still hearing Pierce Pettis's version of "In The Bleak Midwinter." I'm still relatively optimistic--but concerned that the song is looming so large in my mind well before Winter's midpoint.
