So my normal dislike of January marches on. I know I should like January. Clean slate, new beginnings and all but I don't. I just don't. It feels so grey and heavy and even the sunlight, when it shows up, is so harsh and bright and "cold" somehow.
I am loathe to go wishing our days away but January I could do without. I don't really start perking up again until April, I don't think.
I'm trying to change my attitude about that but so far, it's been hard.