Surprise, surprise. It's already May. But I think that the surprise is on me.

Generally I believe that spring is supposed to come in May. Maybe in April, if you're lucky. Only this year that doesn't seem to be the case.

It's 6 degrees celsius outside right now. I don't know how cold it is in my apartment but I am currently wearing sweatpants, socks, slippers (which I only believe in wearing during winter), a tank top, a t-shirt and a fleece lined sweatshirt. That's a lot of clothing for May.

Oh, and did I mention that I am shivering and getting ready to drink my third cup of tea for the night? Or that it's been raining on and off all week?

Ug. I don't even know any rhymes about this to make me feel better. For example, April showers bring May flowers is out. As is beware the ides of March.  Maybe the only place I can turn is the musical Annie and her song: the sun will come out tomorrow. You can bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun!

Only in my case, I don't think that the sun has been forecast for days upon days.

This is all just to say that spring is taking a long time coming. A really long time this year.