New saying invented, perhaps

Shag my boots. It’s the second half of November already! I feel the month is flying by without me getting a chance to pause and enjoy the good parts of it. I can only hope the months in the early part of next year fly by just as quickly, but I bet they won’t. The second part of Winter, the part after my birthday, is always much harder for me, and it seems to last longer each year. Damn February. It’s my nemesis. It sits upon the calendar to taunt me and drag me down and to make me start thinking about it three months before it gets here.
I’m weird, aren’t I?

RC 16-11-17