February is a short month, but it carries a strange weight. It bridges the freshness of a new year with the tail end of football season and the slow, stubborn approach of spring. It is a month caught in the middle, never fully one thing or the other.
Sure, we get our February markers: Groundhog Day, Saint Valentine’s Day, and a late Super Bowl. A game that doesn’t quite carry the same electricity it once did. Six Nations rugby helps, it always does, but February still asks you to be patient. The first match is this Thursday afternoon, Ireland versus France. The James Joyce will be showing the match if you need a place to cheer and have a pint.
Today’s grabber is really just a note for me to tune in to WDCB at noon. They are airing a documentary on the making of Kind of Blue, a record that still feels like it fell out of the sky fully formed. Jazz doesn’t get much better than this Miles Davis masterpiece.
The sun looks like it plans to show up today, riding in on the heels of last night’s full moon. I left my old wool argyle sweater on the door handle for a Saint Brigid blessing. Now it is meant to keep me warmer and maybe heal me when I get sick.
