Spring in Ptown = the 9th circle of hell. Or is it the 7th? I never can keep them straight. Gray skies and rain and migraines, oh my. Somebody get me on a Greyhound outta here. Maybe down the Hudson River line. Maybe down the road to Hana. But I’ll even take Cincinnati, if the sun is shining there.
I’ve been promised sunshine this week and if I don’t get it somebody’s gonna pay. Most likely my husband who has the misfortune of being married to a sufferer of the lack of sun related DT’s.
In lieu of the ‘shine, I turn the volume to eleven and shake it like a Polaroid picture.
I don’t care. I love it.