I mourn the loss of February. Growing up, it used to be a holiday month for me, practically - with my birthday at the end, it was like waiting for Christmas.
Nowadays, with birthdays being less festive (not so much a complaint, but you know - no parties, no mountains of presents - still a nice celebration but not as over-the-top), it's a fun day to anticipate but not as much like Christmas.
What I'm really complaining about, though, is how February in recent years has become the month when all the viruses I've escaped in the preceding year pile on me and I proceed to be sick for most of the month. I usually lose my voice at least once, and it's almost guaranteed that whatever I have will linger for at least two weeks. (It used to be Christmas when all this stuff landed on me, and for years I was sick at Christmas every year, so I suppose I should be glad that it all moved back two months ... but I'm really not.) For my birthday next year, I just want to escape the annual laryngitis/viral attack. Is that asking so much?
Nowadays, with birthdays being less festive (not so much a complaint, but you know - no parties, no mountains of presents - still a nice celebration but not as over-the-top), it's a fun day to anticipate but not as much like Christmas.
What I'm really complaining about, though, is how February in recent years has become the month when all the viruses I've escaped in the preceding year pile on me and I proceed to be sick for most of the month. I usually lose my voice at least once, and it's almost guaranteed that whatever I have will linger for at least two weeks. (It used to be Christmas when all this stuff landed on me, and for years I was sick at Christmas every year, so I suppose I should be glad that it all moved back two months ... but I'm really not.) For my birthday next year, I just want to escape the annual laryngitis/viral attack. Is that asking so much?
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