Today begins the month of February, which around here has a reputation for being the longest damned month of the year. And yet, somehow, I'm really looking forward to it this year. I'd need to check with Chris, our resident archivist, but this may be unprecendented in the history of Kenyon College, and possibly all of Knox County.
I've contemplated the possible reasons behind this change of attitude toward the dread February, with its mud and freezing rain and unceasing greyness. Maybe it's getting to see the yard slowly come back to life, anticipating the first appearance of the crocuses and snowdrops I planted in the fall. Maybe it's the recent warm spell. Maybe it's the knowledge that after February comes March, promising the ACC tournament, a visit with the Maryland crowd, spring break, and a trip to the orchestra.
Hell - maybe it's just that Ed Ball is in town this weekend and nobody can possibly be depressed during a visit from Ed.
Anyhow, nestiness (it is too a word dammit) is setting in, and I am full of energy and plans. And I probably sound like a complete flake, but am enjoying myself way too much to care.
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