I have tried hard not to hate January this go-around.
Really I have.
As a matter of fact,
just a few days ago I realized that January was half-over.
"Well done," I said to myself. "You've hardly even noticed."
But that was a mistake. I shouldn't have noticed at all.
Now it's all I think about.
This frigid, inversion filled January.
February, where art thou?
A nod to the inauguration created by Bethany two Januarys ago.
