Alarming.
I can safely say this is my favorite month of the year: simply hearing the word said gives me tingles. Mainly because I associate it with birthdays (mine, friends', both Grandmothers'), chocolate (Daddya usually shares his Valentine's Day horde), and the smell of wintery, snowy air.
Time's speeding up. It's getting harder to savor it-- the days, weeks, months are just going by too fast. Much, much too fast. Almost as if life determined to pick itself up and speed away one day, leaving me behind. And that's a scarily realistic thought.
Must think of happy things now.
Ah- good humor restored. Wonderful.
Another late night. Sigh. Wish me sweet dreams.
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