Self-diagnosing

Lord, I just want to take this time to thank you for the Spring like weather we've been having lately. The winter was brutal. Cold. Rain + ice + slush = depression.
I like the cold for two reasons: I look amazing in winter clothes; especially the fall orangish colors and I love having a fire in the backyard. Other than that, winter can suck it. Seriously.  You make my skin dry. My feet are always freezing, regardless of how many pairs of socks I'm wearing. You make morning showers unbearable. You make trips to the mailbox seem like a trip to Mordor - a never ending journey filled with obstacles and barriers.

I have diagnosed myself with season affective disorder. Basically, just a case of the winter blues.
But now since the sun is starting to shine more often and for longer periods of time, I find myself wanting and wishing to call in sick everyday and day drink on the patio. But isn't that everyone's dream?

If all goes according to plan (fingers crossed) next week I will have a Spring Break. Our students will be out all week, but faculty and staff are still required to come in...sometimes though, we get a few days off - that should allow plenty of time to day drink and even time to take the fat boy to the park.

Let us pray.
Lord I pray for glorious weather next week. I pray for a few days off that are much needed so that I can find my sanity again. I pray for long mornings with a never-ending cup of coffee. I pray for beautiful afternoons and for parks that are not littered with people who dislike large breed dogs.
I pray for Norman and I to be able to get out and enjoy the weather. I pray for Norman to get so exhausted on our park trips that he passes out upon entering the house. I also pray that Tater has a small break from school so that we can actually have a meal together, or see a movie, or just spend a few hours together in the same room.

Amen.