I obviously haven't written for QUITE some time. I hear that writers write. I've reminded myself of this quite a few times.
Life goes on, whether or not we note its passing.
Spring has sprung, and it's good. The dogs are mock-fighting in the background, all snarls and low growls, the big poofs. The cat is effortlessly winning.
I have a cold. And it's okay. May your day be as beautiful as mine.