It's not a particularly auspicious start to spring here in Ann Arbor. The skies are grey, the temperatures are chilly, the ground is muddy from the snow-'n-melt dance we've been doing for the past week or so. Still, I must admit there's something I like about just being able to say that it's spring. Maybe I can talk myself into feeling like spring. And while I'm ready for spring, there's also part of me that can't quite believe winter is over. Time seems to be flying. We've been back here since July and in some ways it feels like we just got here.
Not much to report at present -- working on editing the KWF newsletter, redoing the website and writing articles for a couple of clients and hanging in MFA limbo. It's enough to keep me out of trouble. Sigh.