(sigh)

This unrelenting winter has driven me to new motivational lows. "Ennui" just about sums it up. I find myself sitting at my desk, completely devoid of any compulsion to work. I stare at my to-do list and then check my gmail account. I attempt to start my monthly report and then go to shopbop to see what's new. I'm sick of the itchy wool sweaters and the boots tucked into jeans and the long double-lined winter coats. I'm sick of staticky hair and chapped lips and using so much lotion in the morning that I could act as a melon-scented flytrap.

This hideous phase of winter, the phase where we fear there may never be an end to our icy agony, should have been over in February. That's why there's Valentine's Day, right? To perk us up and pull us out of our warm house-cocoons. And imbue us with fuzzy, glowy feelings when that witch Mother Nature isn't putting out.

I've never seen a better case for hibernation in my life. Wake me up when the word "dormant" can't be used to describe anything. And when the temperature hasn't dropped below 75 for at least two consecutive weeks. So, June. See you in June, friends.

P.S. - It's only 4:15 and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person left in the office. Methinks I'm not alone in my feelings. Now I just need to go find the cave they're all hibernating in. I bet there's beer.