You know what it is?
Not February any more.
I just feel better knowing that i can write March on things.
Though not the worst by a long shot, this last month did dish up work issues, intestinal issues and a blizzard.
How did i celebrate surviving yet another Crapuary?
I had a massage yesterday.
And not just any massage:
it was a free-to-me, gift massage.
I didn't think that massage could get any better until i had one on the first day of March that i didn't even have to pay for.
Super-duper thanks to the North Carolina branch of the clan: that was an awesome present.