Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over and it seems as though the writings on the wall

Why is it that my dreams are filled with the season of spring, and in the morning I wake up to sunshine, and I feel as if it is spring, but I open my blinds...and BAM there's like 45cm of snow. That's just not fair. Really it's not. I'm so ready for spring, but it doesn't want to come.

Apparently knitting socks is way harder than it looks...I've done the same step like 10 times now...oh well maybe I should do some actual work instead of knitting. Although I really cute bag pattern, it just requires some circ needles, which I'll look into buying tomorrow, and some black wool for the body of the bag.

Anyway, back to the essays *groan* so much to do, so little ambition.