How Much Can You Trust the Weatherman?

It was time to put them away, so I did. Most of them weren't folded neatly away in their boxes as I would have liked. Instead, they were crammed and shoved out of sight. That season was over. New clothes were needed. The weather necessitated that. It was hard to see them go. They all fit just right and were so comfortable. But they had to go. So I tore them off, and into drawers, boxes, and trunks they were removed. Just as long as I couldn't see them.
Now, the weather is giving the impression that it is changing. I have no way of being certain yet, but I've let myself peek into what I used to have. I was at the point where I was ok with never wearing those clothes again, and most of them probably didn't fit anymore anyway. So I peeked. And now, I find myself daydreaming about the old clothes. I try them on, just for fun, of course. I've even shown a few people. I know it's silly, but I did it.
Now, what? The weather could change, but there's no way of knowing. I'm waiting to hear the weatherman, but what does he know? Uncertainty is eating me up, and it's annoying. I just want to know if I can get all those lovely clothes out again, or if I have to go through all the trouble of returning them into their dark places they were hiding. Too bad it doesn't seem like I can just get rid of these clothes. Anybody want them? sigh I do.

Street Skills

I just learned how to use a thermostat.

7 hours is not enough.

I hate that being tired just makes me want to cry.

Pink

Betsye and I played with Barbie's today.

3-14

Happy Pi Day! In 8 years, it will be 3-14-15, even better! :~)

PS~ At some farm thing I went to today, the speaker totally sounded like Kermit.

It's times like these that bring me close to actually hating life a little bit

I'm tired. And I'm tired of being tired. I want to be better. I had a good day the other day, but now I'm back down to a crummy one. My head hurts. Off and on, my body hurts. I'm so stressed. I have so much to do, and I don't know how I'm going to get the time, let alone the energy, to do it all by tomorrow. I'm so tired. And I know this is just complaining, but I just need to let it out. I can't just sit in my messy room (which I don't have the energy to vacuum, take down Valentine's decorations, or clean my poor fish) and cry about it. I need to say it. So I'm saying it here. I am so ready for Spring Break, sleep, and doctors.

Mmm. . . Good Morning

Yes, it may be 1 o'clock, but it's still technically morning to me. 11 1/2 hours of sleep will have that effect on a person. :~)