This hits me every year on March 1st. There is some mechanism in my brain that says, "February is over, go outside and enjoy the warmth." I excitedly rush outdoors only to find that it's 23 degrees outside with 35 mph winds. Then I shuffle back inside, because why bother picking up my feet..?
This year, however, I made a plan.
Surprisingly, we were all able to wake up. We walked around town with good feelings and a huge sense of accomplishment. We were all ecstatic to see daylight and enjoy the sun. It was cold, as always, but we rose above it and enjoyed our day. I got a little picture happy...
That last one is just for fun..:-P
Moral of the story: