February mires me down in cold and I have a case of the bleaks, although it's not as bad as August. Things are barreling along for me and I'm in survival mode until spring.
In this month I am/will be busier than a one-legged dog in a race. January was about that bad and this month is not going to see much rest for me. Our annual conference will be at the end of the month and it numbers into the tens of thousands that attend. Every weekday until then and especially during then, I am already double and sometimes triple booked on my calendar.
I stand up when I'm on conference calls and pace around. I eat lunch standing up. I am like a caged bird in February.
In this month, I will get to meet Hillary Clinton on the day my mother will turn 61. She wants a picture of the two of us, and she wants it in a frame.
That I can do.
And now I leave you with this....it is full of the f-bomb, but I dare you not to have the beginning line in your head for the rest of all time.
I find myself humming "Holy shit, it's another fuckin' day" in the shower all the time now.