Do Over

It is the start of a new month and I am glad.  January just kinda sucked.  Danny hurt his foot in the wee hours of the new year so I began 2013 pissed off and in the ER.  Shortly after that, I got a cough which liked me so much that it moved in much like the green globs from the Mucinex commercial.  It is now a month later and I am still coughing.  There was even a week of rib pain and (in my mind) pulled muscle.  All resolutions went out the back door  because all I wanted to do was sleep and not cough.  Unfortunately the coughing won out most evenings and the sleep was far from restful.  Even NyQuil induced sleep was not Drew Brees gonna win the game type sleep.  During the day, antibiotics and codeine laced cough medicine left me with a wobbly tummy and a foggy head. 
Not all of January sucked.  My dad adopted a new dog.  Giving the dog and himself a new lease on life.  We celebrated Bone Marrow Transplant Day for the fourth time.  And Hayley turned twenty.  So the month gave me some very wonderful days.  But as a whole, I went through the month in a coughy fog with missed days of work and no days on the exercise mat.
So here comes February!!!   Its a little month and I have little expectation of it.  Maybe that is the deal.  Maybe I should have started the new year with little expectation.  Maybe I should have just let the month come like every other month and not set these high expectations.  Maybe I should have taken a clue from the early morning ER trip and just let it be.  But I kept thinking of the resolutions that I made and didn't keep.  I watched each day blow off the calendar pad with a sinking feeling of failure.  Well, F that!
And by F I mean February!  New month, new start.  New resolutions.  Ha ha!  No resolutions.  Just doing my best each day to make it a good day, nay, a great day.  February brings a new job location much closer to home.  My commute has decreased by over two thirds.  February brings smaller bills as we finally refinanced.   February brings the end of my cough and the start of my return to health.  Oh, and February brings the twenty fourth anniversary of Danny popping the question and twenty three years of the two of us beating the odds. 
So in with the new and out with the old!  Screw Happy New Year, I am going with Happy New Month.