Trudging through a winter wonderland

I'm really starting to buy Becca's theory of March needing to be renamed Trudge.

Yesterday, life was easy. The road were dry, the sun was shining and the car was moving effortlessly forward. I actually had the "should I wear a lighter jacket?" conversation in my head.

Today, in the bi-polar times that are March, we are back to real winter. The winter coat is put on without question, the route to any destination is meticulously planned (do I worry about making it up Piedmont Ave or do I worry about stopping on my way down), there is effort in the basics of living.

Hence we are all stir-crazy.

If only we could, collectively, embrace the madness, throw down our shovels, make hot cocoa and hide all day under the comforter. If bears are wise enough to sleep through this crud, why aren't we?