It seems late in the season, but it finally feels like February, like winter. A winter delayed is still winter, right? Maybe it's the snow or being sick, but I don't feel like doing anything, not even blogging about the terrible dresses from last night's Oscars. (I think my favorite was Reese Witherspoon, but on the whole, none were stunners. Except for a few stunningly ugly. And Nicole? The bow? Why?)
There was no day in today. Maybe it's the sweatpants, but I just want to go back to bed and hibernate until spring. We humans really need to rethink the notion of hibernation. I'm pretty sure the bears are on to something here.
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