Is it just me, or did February really suck?

A month ago, I ended a relationship I wanted to work out so badly that I'd been filing away all these red flags and then trying to forget I could even see in color.

And then my Abbydog died.

And some family friends are experiencing major upheaval and trauma.

And my dad has to get a test for something weird in his lymph nodes, which brings up a lot of scary thoughts.

Today is Leap Day. I propose we stomach February one more day, check out March from the precipice, and move on. Things have to get better. We don't know how strong we are.

But before you take this leap, scream out, "Eff you, FebrUary!"

It feels nice.