OK, well, I woke up feeling pretty anxious this morning, and have been trying to remember that, vis a vis our various uncertainties, nothing catastrophic is going to happen today, so I can relax . . .

In that vein, I'm getting set to go for a bike ride. It's very warm outside - going to up around 50, I think, although cloudy and threatening rain (which is forecast at 90% chance). Probably a nice wind will develop after noon, so if I want to ride, I ought to get out there.

I've been so stressed lately that it seems I've been doing everything I know I shouldn't to deal with it . . . I've not gotten much exercise, I've been eating too much, yada yada . . . I'm really ready for the weather to turn so that I feel more inclined to get out in it. And I can feel the weather turning; mornings have taken on that early-spring quality. I don't know what it is, but we've hit the time of year when I'm ready to get out of bed in the morning; all winter I drag myself out, tired, and then one day in the spring I think, "Hey! There are birds out there! Time to get up." (Hmm. Maybe it's the birds.)

At any rate. It's definitely more spring than winter out there, and I'm glad of it.