January — like all months these days — is flying by.
To keep up with my high-octane, pedal-to-the-floor calendar, I try to keep my eye on things a month or two ahead.
And so I have been dwelling recently on the events of February.
For one thing, my birthday falls in February.
I have been known to complain bitterly about having a birthday smack-dab in the middle of such a dreary and drab month.