When I woke up this morning, I hoped in vain that the gray skies and cold air were Mother Nature's interpretation of an April Fool's joke. Now that we've surpassed the hour of the evening allotted for a sunset, and I never saw a ray of sun, I suppose I have my answer. Clearly I shouldn't have any grounds for disgruntlement after that glorious, yet aberrant, week of March "summer". Unfortunately, that juxtaposition only makes these consecutive days of cold gloom that much less bearable. I just want to frolic outdoors...without a jacket.
It's also possible that I'm getting antsy without an overarching purpose in my day or life. Perhaps I've mentioned that before. I'm working on it.
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