For a short month, it sure went on and on.
It was entirely my fault though. Because we are going away twice in March (twice!), I foolhardily took it upon myself to accept every job that crossed my path during February. That decision fell short of being the death of me, but only just barely.
It was actually rather gratifying to realize just how hard and how far I could push myself and still maintain some semblance of quality in my work. It's counterproductive to your career and your reputation to produce sub-par writing, after all. I was glad to be able to complete some last minute rush requests, in addition to some in-depth projects, and still fulfill my standing commitments. Not to pat my own back or anything (although of course that's exactly what I am doing), I am proud of what I accomplished this month.
It's an entirely different story here on the blog, of course. This is where I go to dump my cerebral files.
In a week, we head to Vancouver for a few days of family, friends, and the calmness of the ocean. In three weeks, we are taking our sun-starved asses to the dessert - to Arizona - to crash with my sis and brother-in-law for a few days. I'm super stoked to be taking in a spring training match between the Arizona Diamondbacks and the Seattle Mariners of the cactus league. A visit to Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West in Scottsdale is at the top of my must-do list, too. And I won't say no to a little pool time either.
So, yeah, I am happy to be putting February (the longest shortest month ever) to bed and am welcoming March with open arms.