January

Whirlwind has got nothing on us. When’s the last time I cleaned properly? Couldn’t say. Changed my sheets? Probably a couple weeks. Sat face to face with my first husband? Can’t remember. January has a knack for rushing in and sweeping us up, doesn’t it?  A co-worker stopped mid-sentence today and said, “what the heck? Is next week really February?” “Yes. Ridiculous,” I replied wearily.  I’m refusing to believe it just flashed by me. I won’t accept that it whizzed around like one of those janky firecrackers we threw around when I was a kid. I think they were called…

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