Two days ago I had the windows open. Yesterday it was almost 60 degrees. Today it is 18 degrees, windy, and snowing. Definitely been a winter. After a few years of less and less snow and cold, it’s kind of nice, but only because I don’t have to shovel or anything. Spring has sprung, in the sense that the trees are coloring, indicating that the sap is rising, but that has to be daylight-related, not temperature-related.

I had a couple of really good days this week, only to be followed by lots and lots of pain and odd-hours sleep. Me and the weather, we can’t seem to get any kind of normal going. At least we’re not boring. I think.