It is a beautiful day outside today. We have had only a handful of these this year, scattered in among a practically endless stream of rainy, blustery, cold, gray days. At least the precipitation is coming in the form of rain now instead of snow, but there has been nothing else to really signal spring. So odd.

I have felt like I was drowning, like I wanted to just bury myself in the covers and stay in bed all night and all day and all night again. The malaise has seemed inexcusable to me–I mean, we’re not flooding (yet), we have no tornadoes, no hurricanes, no tragedy. How dare I mope? But I couldn’t shake it–until this morning, when the sky was clear and the sun was out and it was finally warm.

It’s not supposed to last. More storms blow in tomorrow and hover over the Memorial Day weekend like a grumpy houseguest. But for now, it’s enough to give me hope.