One Week To Go. January will END.

Looking at my calendar today I see that we have only one week left of this month. In fact, today, the 24th, shares its box with the last day of the month. I've never liked that calendar-making convention, always feeling that each day deserved its own distinct box, but with this month, this time, I don't mind.

It makes the month LOOK shorter on the calendar. At this point, I'll even take silly spatial illusions.

This January has not been so bad. I posted earlier about the things I've had to look forward to to make this month more bearable. And it has helped. I still have my massage coming up on the 29th, only two days before we bid January farewell.

The weather has also helped. Oh yeah, we've had plenty of gray and cold and wind, but it's been broken up by days of sunshine and even relative warmth. Glimmers of hope. Reminders that winter's threat of staying forever is, once again, empty.

So today, I'm looking ahead and knowing that the month will end. I can feel it coming on, winding up.

It's now something ELSE that doesn't seem like it will ever end. But it must. It HAS to. I've never heard of one that didn't. Have you?

So I guess I need to get working on a strategy for optimistically getting through February, or at least that part of February that happens to take place before this baby comes.

And after that, whatever day it happens to be, I won't try to joyfully get through months at a time. No, then I'll be taking it minute by minute, nap by nap, feeding by feeding. One day at a time.