Gray Day

Here I sit, barely able to type for the fluorescent glare, shivering beside the cold pane of my lone window that looks out to the abysmal gray of the trash shoot. Yes, friends, I'm back in my office after 10 days that feel like only a moment. You would think I'd be raring to go, full of rested energy and resolutions for the new year. Well, maybe you'd think that if you didn't know me. Now I do fully intend to shift my piles of unfiled paper (actually filing the paper would be way too great of an undertaking), and I'm even considering creating a digitally organized calendar...but only considering.

You see, many people find January to be a very hopeful, productive month during which they tidy the remains of the last year and set goals for the new one. I, on the other hand, see January for what it is - a cold, boring month where none of your clothes fit and you spend your time dreaming of lying on a tropical beach even though there's no way in hell you'd step foot in a bathing suit. At least in December the cold has a festive feeling to it, but in January it's just cold and gray with no holiday to look forward to...totally unacceptable.

Good luck with your resolutions, organizations, and deprivations...if ya'll need me I'll be stabbing myself in the eye. Happy January!