February

February is fast, fuzzy, furious, frenzied, fucked up.

Finally the franchise of your dreams looks to fall into your ever fumbling fingers.

First, though, you’ll need to find your way through the pitfalls of fitful sleep, frightful dreams and just plain fights.

Four nights of every five spent floundering away from your family. Forays around fields and fiery tempered five year olds, all in the name of following that elusive dream of finding financial and internal safety.

Feuding with your familiars has forever been your forte, and yet this time you foray back into the familiarity of affection for your dear flame.

(Footnote: fidelity is another thing not conventionally aligned to forcing your follicles to stand on end. Fortunately, the fortitude of your favourite companion in life has forced your frame of mind to forever alter.)