And it’s finally acting like spring here, which means actually sweating when I run for the bus, sniffling from all the tree pollen (very romantic season if you’re a tree), and listening to the birds getting lively outside the window even earlier than before.

It’s also the season of Grand Plans, and I’m struggling with the re-start on a number of projects that got set aside due to the demands of the former day job. I’m full time now as a writer, so that means writing — though for anyone who’s every tried this, you learn fast that Bidniz (as we call it in Tejas) eats way more hours of the day than tippity-tap on the keyboard. But hey, that’s any job.