Make the Most of It

Ah, the winter doldrums. A bleak time. Change slows to a crawl as the days pass in a somnambulistic trance. I persevere, and seek inspiration - something to help me shed my marcescent husk and burst forth into the glory of spring. Neither Happy Light nor Soma restores enlightenment.

For soon, "the days will be getting longer". We who subject ourselves to Daylight Savings Time will need to adjust our clocks, to "Spring Forward".
Let's hope that the Atomic Scientists don't feel the same way.

For while I was mindlessly wasting my January, those whacky guys decided to "Spring Forward" themselves, setting the Doomsday Clock to 5 minutes before midnight. And if you've been watching the news lately, it wouldn't surprise me if it gets moved again soon.

So much for the days getting longer. But it can help one feel a greater sense of urgency, and it makes it a little easier to "Live Like You Were Dying" as Tim McGraw would say.

And then, I walked out my front door and looked around. There they were - the first tiny daffodils. Now that's more like it. Think I'll watch the flowers instead of the news. They've got a beat I can dance to.