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It is January 6th. Allegedly, the days have been getting longer for the last 16 days. You can’t argue with facts, I suppose. But what I can argue as counter-evidence to the more sunshine fact is that ‘round about January/February the cumulative effect of progressively less sunlight and less warmth and more cooped-upedness are causing my edges to fray ever so slightly and tempers to flare ever so slightly.

I had the vacation and the sleeping in til 9 or 10 and the relaxation and the free babysitting.

Now we have the baaaad traffic, the Mike and Kirstin who are almost physically incapable of responding to incessant beeping at 5:30am, and the cranky Adam who does NOT want to go to daycare.

Yesterday was one baaaad traffic day on both ends of the commute. Pea-Soup fog in the morning with visibility barely off your front bumper and the usual 5:30pm ickiness all the way from 28/Toll Road to Farmwell/Ashburn Village.

It’s almost enough to make you iiiiiiiiinsaaaaaaaaaane as you contemplate minutes turning into hours into days into weeks into months into years of the same god-awful, horrible, soul-sucking commute. One can only hope that things can find a way to get better sooner rather than later.

And with that, I hope everyone has a much merrier winter than this and we can comfort ourselves in the fact that we’re not living 90 miles from the arctic circle with nearly 24hours of darkness, or surely we’d all be alcoholics or prozac-popping addicts.