Welcome to the dead zone

It is the worst month of the year- and, seemingly, the longest- we call it
January.

When spirits sink ,snow flies, ice is above and under foot and the darkest
night of the soul sets in, it must be January.

We look forward to the Superbowl for lack of anything else to anticipate.
I like winter sports, yet January made me bitter.
Instead of presening a false front of cheer, some of us should simply take
to our beds until the entire month blows over.

"Kerr Hardie" <Kerr > wrote in message
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> It is the worst month of the year- and, seemingly, the longest- we call it
> January.
>
> When spirits sink ,snow flies, ice is above and under foot and the darkest
> night of the soul sets in, it must be January.
>
> We look forward to the Superbowl for lack of anything else to anticipate.
> I like winter sports, yet January made me bitter.
> Instead of presening a false front of cheer, some of us should simply take
> to our beds until the entire month blows over.
You should live in England, a little damp but very mild. Flowers are
starting to come up and not a snow flake in sight. I think it was last year
some time we had ice. Not sure about a superbowl, we just use and ordinary
one for the cornflakes. Take to our beds indeed and miss all the sales.
Joe