There are many things I could complain about if I wanted to. Itís hard to overlook the gorgeous weather, though, even for all the aches and pains and moans and groans that are trying to drag me down. If March came in like February, it left like May. Today was sunny and warm and full of birds singing and new blooms where before there were none. It takes too much effort to complain (but I can still sit here feeling lousy, if thatís what feels right).
So, looking forward: April will bring at least one family get-together, and several more peewee baseball games, and (hopefully) better health for all of us. Iím going to work on not letting the small setbacks get me down, because I truly believe that a month from now, at least, most of the things that are bothering me now will have changed for the better, even if only slightly. Iíd rather not be more specific, because (a) I donít have the energy, and (2) it sometimes make things worse to name them.