The Less than Pleasant Month before March

February is like a lump of dread stuck in your throat,

The weather is white and bright and gloomy, and I can't remember the last time I saw anything but the sky being that flat amd sickly no-shade.

It seems to have rained constantly, a thin headache-y rain that wets you through, a lukewarm soaking.
The air is freezing though.

Here in the bedsit, the man next door is playing music of some undefined genre. Earlier on, he was playing bongos as I tried to have an afternoon sleep on the sofa. February seems to make hangovers worse. Another two and a half pint hangover today has lent this Saturday a gloomy air of desolation...

Ah well.

Day off tomorrow.