Joyous

I hate this time of year.  Sure, when it’s not totally grey (as in when we actually get a bit of sun) the scenery can be rather nice to look at.  But for the most part it’s grey and miserable.  Also, I am now going to feel more or less permanently ill until spring/summer time.  Also, The Child shall be more or less permanently ill until spring/summer time, and will therefore be grumpier than normal for that time.  I also hate the cold.  I think I might actually hate the cold more than I hate being too hot.  I might change my mind about that in summer of course, but I’m not sure.

Also add to the general crapness I feel at this time of year The Situation, then it makes for a particularly brilliant time.  Yes I cracked.  I texted him earlier.  I am a bad person.  He might not reply though.  Which would be both good and bad of course.  The same can be said for him replying I guess.  So uncool of me though.