Last week was blustery, cold, and delightfully grey — and I was BESIDE MYSELF with glee. I was writing and knitting like a madwoman and reveling in both my element and the earth’s eternal promise of the chill, dark days to come. Today, as I sit here watching the temperature inexplicably rise ever closer to the century mark…it is literally making me SUICIDAL. Nature? She is a whore — but then again, WHO ISN’T AFTER A FEW DRINKS?