Draft never posted: Bluh, February 2020 edition

April 5, 2022: As the title suggests, this post was originally written at the start of February 2020--a month prior to the official declaration of the COVID-19 global pandemic, which is still ongoing as I write this update. I haven't edited the entry, but thought it would be interesting to post in a time capsule sort of way.

I mean, February was kind of better. March, though...

I fell well short of my post-per-day goal in January, but I also got a nasty case of the flu (which still lingers on in a few minor ways two weeks after I first got sick). This took what was a minimal desire to write and squashed it like a bug under a very large boot.

It also rained 28 of 31 days in January, so I may have also have been hit by TRD–Torrential Rain Disorder, in which even someone who has lived their entire life in the Lower Mainland and Vancouver Island eventually starts cracking from the incessant, endless rain.

But perhaps February will be better. At the very least it will be shorter. And perhaps a smidgen warmer.

An early case of the bluhs

After a bunch o’ posts yesterday I find my brain frozen once again, unable to come up with something to focus on and write about after a day in which my brain was subjected to intense frazzling. But here I am writing anyway, because not writing results in…well, nothing being written. And one needs to write to improve one’s writing.

Here, then is a haiku on the bluhs, which are a variant on the blahs.

On the bluhs

The bluhs in winter
They will try to bring you down
Resolve with Pop-Tarts

I’m not sure Pop-Tarts can solve the bluhs, but I might be willing to try.