It's snowing outside, again. According to the local statistics, we've more than doubled our average snowfall between December and January, but I just don't believe it. It is a snowy winter, but we usually get about this amoung. Averages just don't work with things like snowfall in Maine, because you can have years like last year, where there's almost no snow, and it tips the average. So there.
I've been looking forward to spring, to squishing my toes in cold mud and breathing moist air and playing frisbee and everything else good that comes at the end of winter. I don't mind winter, and in fact, I tend to like it. Until around this time of year. It's too much black and white and slush for my tastes. Too much salt and brisk cold and snowfall. Too much, too much, too much.
I dream of spring. Speaking of which, I recommend Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury for these sorts of melancholy moods.
Unfortunately, my spring will be delayed, because I'm due for surgery on my sublexed tendons and fibular groove in March. It's sort of explained here.
The issue isn't so much the surgery, but the recovery. I've seen reports of anywhere from 6 weeks to 6 months on that, but the consensus is that it's generally a crummy time for the type of person who has a subluxation syndrome. Apparently that person is usually an impatient athlete who wants to get back ASAP. Oh yeah. That's me. Yaaay. It's alright though, this will give me plenty of time to read everything that I've been meaning to read over the past year.
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