February can be a dreadful month, filled with the anxiety of driving on icy roads and the disappointment of weather cancellations. But this year, the month has gone by quickly. My weekdays have been so busy I haven’t had time to be melancholy. My weekends have been packed with good things: a potluck with my women friends to begin the month, music events with my youngest son, date nights with my husband, and a retreat at the monastery. This weekend, I flew to the southwest to join my husband after his conference, and we spent a couple of days hiking in the desert sun. March will be here before we know it.