Warm and sunny, finally

Yes, it is supposed to be both warm and sunny. We’ve had warm and rainy, we’ve had cold and sunny, and we’ve had bodacious amounts of wind, but until now (well, one day when I was away, too), warm and sunny have eluded us. It’s about damn time, too, because this year I’m being a wimp about riding/running/anything in the cold rainy mornings. I’m just not doing it, which leads to my overall lack of endorphins and and increasingly negative attitude, so that at work these days I’m sounding more like a dockworker than an executive, and really, that’s got to stop. But when I got home last night Bekah showed me our trillium clump, more of them than ever before and in full, beautiful, hidden flower. Leaves are coming soon to the maples. Our cherry has more blossoms than ever and is gorgeous. It’s time to get out there for a few minutes every morning and smell the goddamn flowers, people. Life is too short for this stress nonsense (though the very shortness of life is, in fact, one of the causes of my stress. I can’t get the mortality monkey off my back these days).