Cabin Fever

It's spring for a day. I sat on my porch and read the paper. I'm not wearing a sweater for the first time in months. I'm about to take Brody on a long walk by the creek. The sun is out. The ice has pretty much all melted. This won't last, so I'm going to enjoy the day. There's nothing else to say, is there? We can contemplate the state of the world tomorrow; today, it's spring.