It's Easter Sunday.
It's the end of a three-day weekend.
It's spring, and I feel like I can do anything.
I have exactly one knitting project I'm working on. After that, I'll take a break.
I bought yarn this weekend and I have a plan for all of it.
I'm ready to plant seeds.
I want to order photos.
I want to rearrange the living room. Maybe.
I want to go for walks with Evelyn.
Soon there will be farmers markets and produce stands and free events in the artsy part of town and Evelyn and I can dodge silly drunks to see art I typically have no business being around. The girl likes sculptures, okay?
I think I'm mentally up for reading some nonfiction.
I'd like to check out liberation theology. It's been too long.
I want to read the (translated) works of Hildegard of Bingen.
I want to sew.
I want to make our patio a fun place.
I want to do something different with my hair.
I want to write more.
I think it's nearly time to pull out warm-weather clothing.
I'm ready to take care of my 2 cavities and then no worrying about my rapidly decaying body for a another 6 months or until I need a stronger glasses prescription, whichever happens first.
Soon Evelyn will go to the dentist. Soon she'll have more teeth.
Soon Cody will have a job. What job? I don't know, but I think he'll have one soon. It's spring and anything's possible.