It’s hard to pinpoint. A complex mix of emotions. Winter is coming to an end, and where did all that hibernation time go? I’m supposed to be well rested, instead on a rainy morning after the spring ahead time change, I can’t drag myself out of bed on time. We were teased with spring – temps up into the 60’s last weekend. It’s coming, but not soon enough. And of course, once spring arrives, there’s barely any time left to breathe. Yeah, I can’t wait for Playa Del Fuego, but the thought of it reminds me of the to-do list of projects to be done before then.
I don’t know. I can’t place it. I don’t know how to remedy it. I am pretty sure that if N wasn’t here, I would be holed up in my apartment depressed. Usually when I feel this way, turns out to be PMS. *checks calendar* Nope.
I hope it passes quickly. Maybe I just need sun – even the warm weekend was overcast, and we didn’t take advantage of it except for some car maintenance/cleaning.
Saturday, I’m going to be in the St Patrick’s Day parade. I’m doing it for Kendra. And to make sure I don’t spend all weekend in bed. Unless it ends up raining, because then that’s exactly what I’ll do. So if you see a green fairy riding a bicycle with the Morristown Green bloggers, say hi, I’ll be passing out candy as well.