You are pretty cool most of the time, January. You contain my birthday, and my sister’s birthday. The days are starting to get noticeably longer. This year you hold what I’m sure is the coolest presidential inauguration ever. Your coldness invites lots of stew and soup-making, which is delicious. And January, when you roll around I’m always encouraged to reflect on my life, take stock, be still, and keep to myself.
But this, January, this is taking the “keep to myself” bit a little too far:
I mean, seriously.