It’s spring.  In fact, it’s the spring equinox, and as we all know that means… well, it means something.  The day and night are the same length.  I said that in the office today and someone said "As what?"  Each other!  How does one cope with such foolishness?

I love spring.  I kind of wish for an eternal spring, but then it would, I guess, get boring.  But it’s so inspirational!  I could write a book a month if I cleared the decks for March, April and May.  But I have to work.  Frowny face.

Although, having said that, I’m currently, actually, genuinely enjoying my job.  Which is cool.  I mean, it’s not what I would have ever chosen to do, but being treated like I know stuff, like I can answer questions, like I can deal with problems even in a job I just drifted into… that’s good.  That’s satisfying.  That’s new…