Day 205. Spring Fever

I woke up yesterday morning with a terrible case of Spring fever.  Hit me suddenly, too.  Could be because it was so bright and sunny, so early in the morning (must have been my mother’s doing.  She passed February 26, 2007, but she was clearly being her usual, cheerful self, sending me a message and saying “Hi”).

Not a cloud in the almost over-saturated, beautiful, blue sky.

Could also have been the influence of my two cats, who were far more ‘lively’ than they’ve been in a while.  Full, and I mean full, of piss and vinegar.  As if they’d just woken up after a long, deep sleep.  Chirping at me, jumping on and off the bed.  On.  Off.  On.  Off.  Dancing on my head.  Butting noses with me.  Purring madly.

As if to say, “Come on, mommy.  Get up.  Get up.  Get up.  Time to drag your sorry ass out of  bed!  Look outside.  It’s Spring!!!”

Whoa!!!  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

But I have to admit, I felt it too.  I had more energy, myself.  And it was a ‘different’ kind of energy.  It wasn’t the

Day 148. Right Foot

It’s here.  After all the anticipating.  Reflecting.  And reviewing.  After all the planning.  Promising.  Goal-setting.  Resolving.  After all the partying.  Crazy hats.  Noise-making.  Party favours.  Popping corks.  Dancing.  Dining.  Drinking.  Kissing.

After the countdowns.  Clock-watching.  Drum rolls.  Crowds.  Couples.  Tourists.  Revellers.  After all the singing.  Cheering.  Clapping.  Shouting.  Texting.  And calling.

After all the champagne’s gone.  The tabs settled.  The whistles discarded.  The aspirins taken.  The make-up removed.  The shoes kicked off.  The clothes dropped on the floor.  The beds turned down.  And occupied.  The pillows pounded.  The lights off.

After the morning after.  The hangovers.  The headaches.  The red eyes.  The sore throats.  The upset stomachs.  The moans.  The groans.  The recriminations.

It’s here.  2013.