There are many things I could complain about if I wanted to. It’s 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 that’s 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. I’m 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. I’d rather not be more specific, because (a) I don’t have the energy, and (2) it sometimes make things worse to name them.

So here we are, at the start of a new and better month. Not complaining leaves me very little to talk about, so I’m just trying to spread the hopefulness that I’m working very hard to feel. By this time next week I’ll be a few days into my new plant-based diet, and my cholesterol will be on the way to healthier levels. (Plus, by this time next week I’ll be 60, but this isn’t the day to dwell on that.)