I have a bad case of the Februaries, an ailment where irritability peaks,  the hope that Spring will show up diminishes, on the plus side I am losing weight exactly according to plan.  I am five pounds heavier than when I was in university back in the 12th century.

Dialysis treatments lately have been quite smooth, although one of the pair of needles that go into my forearm for treatments today hurt like a sonofagun.

Too much dirty snow around.  Too many grey skies.  The only sunny days are usually brutally cold.   We seem to be threatened at least once a week by possible freezing rain.

I deactivated my Facebook account.  Had enough.  My social network digital life can go jump in some digital lake.

Finally figured out a key camera function setting on my Nikon D3100, sometimes I am only about ten per cent as smart as I would like to think I am.

The dog thinks I am crazy.  The cats have forgotten who I am.

I would like Spring to come early.   Trouble is Ontario has a wretched Spring, cold, wet, grey skied days, where snow finally recedes leaving us with grime from the sand thrown on the roads and the mud that has been waiting for the heat to return them to their normal state.  Then just aw we are all about to sell and move south, we get a hot spell, a thunderstorm and everything in the local corner of the universe bursts into bud and then almost too quickly to be imagined, full green leaves and we are saved.

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