Even today, in the latter half of February, I’m still thankful for the seasons. There’s a chance it’s stockholm syndrome making me say that, but I’m not sure. My appreciation of the seasons is mostly to do with the fact that because of winter, I can look forward to summer with more energy and hunger than any Californian ever has. 

This feels related to Lent. 
It’s hunger that makes things delicious. 
Death that makes life so lovely. 

In a world where we’ve got plenty of everything, we have to impose a bit of hunger if anything’s going to feel as good as May. 

nice lil’ shortie.  P.s.
I made the MUSH, I knew nothing about DNS permissions when I woke up at 6am this morning, now I know about as much about DNS permissions as a cargo cultist.