(Elderly white cat, who rolled in the dirt this afternoon. Because it finally stopped raining since the snow went away and he could.)
It was a difficult spring. I swear it has been dark and deluge-ional for at least 40 days (and nights, but I really don't care if it rains at night.) At first I was philosophical (can't have a rainforest without rain), but as the days wore on, the cold and dark began to seep into my bones and from there, little by little, into my very soul.
Today, I sat in the sun for hours, and I think everything might just be OK after all. Now to tackle the email queue (orders have been going out on time, but the social niceties have suffered.)