What happened to February?
February, we hardly knew ye.
Except for some silly Valentine cards, flowers and candy—be you so inclined—and some oft overlooked federal holidays, Frivolous February has pretty much served as a place holder bridging the gap to Maddening March, when we can actually start smelling spring wafting in through the back-porch door.
Even if it’s only my neighbors very fragrant dryer sheets wafting across the driveway…and then in through the back-porch door.
But at least you can open the back-porch door in March…sometimes.
Not that February has been unkind; nope, not this year.
Around these parts, it’s made nary a whimper; not even a hint of snow or icy temps that I can recall.
Which, I suppose, is why it’s pretty much slipped our notice.
So, there’s that.
However, since I wanted to get an early start on the Retorting, this year, I disappointingly find myself knee deep into 2020 with nothing to show for it…as some are apt to rudely point out. Especially since I pulled that “here’s something under the wire” caper, at the end of January.
Some people were not very happy about that, having gotten themselves settled in for some full-fledged belly rolling retortage only to fall prey to some lazy, smart ass slight of verbiage.
Sorry about that; it seemed like a good ide at the time.
