The sun came out today, after what feels like weeks of grim gray skies. I don't think so well in the grim gray; it's as if some primal part of my body understands that when the weather is cold and frightful, a fire might be delightful--but after the flames die down the only sane response is a long nap. You know, until April, when the sun comes out again.
But today is one of those faux-April days and my mind is up & running again. I'm thinking about this post I found on Kristin Nelson's blog about a soldier who blogged his goodbye. I'm thinking about this article I found on Carolyn McCulley's blog about how studies show that keeping our options open doesn't lead to happiness the way we think it will (and about the book cited in the article, which clearly makes the point that most of us have no idea what will make us happy). And I'm thinking about the astounding fact that I've been happy for more than three years now (albeit in a determined, amazed sort of way) and I don't want that to stop.
Not much doing going on right now. Just lots of thinking.
And the squirrel left the remains of a nectarine in the driveway. Apparently, he's having fresh produce flown in.