Sleepy winter blues.

This morning, between groggy swipes at my snooze button, I dreamt that I was sitting outside in a comfy lawn chair. It was dusk, the lightning bugs were just starting to stir from the grass, and the air was warm and heavy. As I slowly started to emerge from sleep, I snuggled down into my covers, contentedly listening to the sounds of a distant lawnmower. Then with a thud, reality sank in - the sound was not a lawnmower, but a snowblower - meaning that we got more snow. Again.

I'm ready for summer.