My annual winter disease: wanderlust. I spend January and February each year fantasizing about not living in New England. California? Sure. Farther down the Atlantic coast? Absolutely, especially because most of those states’ teams belong to the ACC, so I can tell my parents that it’s kind of like living in New England. Right?

I don’t mind the nippy early winter weather, because it means clear skies and cute jackets and most of all CHRISTMAS IS COMING. But January and February are such a bummer, with their icy dry air and their general grayness and the whole Baby Plus Freezing Equals Shut-In equation.

Thankfully we’re getting a much missed visitor tonight, my best friend from babyhood, and we’re going to party like it’s summertime. Just minus the sunshine and the high temperatures and the Who am I kidding, we’ll be sitting inside, wearing sweaters and sipping tea, but at least we’ll be together!

Also, my dear friend Lisa is having a baby tomorrow or tonight, depending on your time zone of residence.

And in three days, it will be March.

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