February is the cruelest month. I don’t give a shit what TS Eliot says. The combo of warm(er) temps and heavy(ish) snow fall is infuriating. But its over now and I am dreaming of spring, looking at see catalogs and spending my March #weirdathon -ing.
On a side note, 9 of the books I read this month were my own. That is pretty good for my goal to #readmyowndamnbooks. Vera Dietz, Big Magic, and The Witches are shelved now at my local library and I freed up a bit of space on my shelves.
The Books of February: