Yeah, and then January is sort of hanging on after the rush of the holidays, dragging everyone along into the new year.
Ohhh, can I know about the thing? Or is it a surprise thing? I'm giving you super fair warning that whenever this painting is finished, I'm going to cry. I'm fairly certain my emotions know no bounds. I popped a button off of an old shirt this morning and it was apparently a tragedy, despite the fact that I do - in fact - know how to reattach buttons.