yesterday was the first day of spring according to the chinese lunar calendar. crazy, right? although i have to admit, the weather really has been great since saturday. it's pretty much lost the bitter edge of winter, and i was able to go back to wearing the vests i love so well. i guess it probably won't last, but i'm feeling optimistic.
i think i'll go off on a tangent now about my feelings about february. somehow, for my whole life, i have never believed that february was part of winter. i know that its well before march 21, but every time february rolls around, i expect the birds to start chirping and leaves to start budding. its possible that i got the idea from valentine's day; with all the hearts and things, it feels like it should be warm. or maybe its because february's so short, it was always gone before i really got the chance to think about it. or maybe its because it's women's history month. or black history month. i always forget which. anyway, i'm glad that this february agrees with me.
now back to my story, which is that according to chinese people (and by that i mean, according to A chinese person; more specifically, my coworker Mafeng), what you're doing at one o'clock on the first day of spring predicts how you will spend the rest of the year. so, like, if you were still sleeping, then you'll have a lazy year and not get much done. turns out, i was shopping, so i guess we'll see what kind of a year i'll have.