I am tired of illness, and coughing, and crud.
I am tired of chaos, and boxes, and moving.
I am tired of winter, and snow, and potholes.
I am tired of tsunamis, and earthquakes and war.
I am tired of friend's bad news, and sad news, and loss.
So the only logical thing is to go to sleep early and hope it all gets better tomorrow.
Spring, health, and a semblance order will be here soon.
Aslan will always prevail over the White Witch.
Winter is already crumbling. Spring returns.