March Madness

The legs are shaved, the shorts are dusted off, tissues and decongestants are put away...and then the madness sets in. Just when you think the coast is clear, it gets you. You end up wishing your warm woolly blanket was back on your bed. March plays a cruel game and every year, we fall for it. It drives me truly mad! We need the warm weather. I need to defrost. I absolutely refuse to to get my heavy coat back out. I guess I'll settle for a cardigan. Bah!

Please excuse my segmented sentences and general rambling. I think it's the madness setting in.