It's March 16, and last night it snowed. Right now it's 28 degrees outside, I've got two inches of snow in my yard, and yet all I want to do is get on my bike and ride a nice, firm single track in warm weather. I feel like this winter is going on forever, and I'm so ready for spring.
But it's okay. I haven't spent a day at home, cleaning and organizing, in weeks. My house could use a good cleaning, and there are still boxes from the move in December that I need to go through. Plus, I have two books I haven't started yet. It's probably a great idea for me to chill out on the running around today. I had plans after work every night this week except Monday. So, there. I'm good with the snow. It'll slow me down.
