It was a beautiful weekend here. Temperatures got up above freezing (actually yesterday, they were in the double digits! Yay ten degrees!). This made us confident enough to open all our windows and put clothes out on the line– and nothing froze. It also made Rob and I go a little spring-crazy; I was outside planting things, Rob was indoors cleaning everything he could see (we can’t do any type of spring cleaning in March when everyone else does– it’s not spring here yet! I mean, I suppose we COULD, but… it would just be so… wrong. No spring cleaning when there’s a blizzard outside, I say), and there was heavy lifting done by both of us. Mostly him. Okay, all him, aside from me lifting laundry and stuff. Which can still be heavy, if it’s wet. Of course after my Winter of Sloth, all this physical activity has left me in need of a huge dose of Tramadol, but what are you gonna do?

I slept for something like 15 hours on Friday night. Serious. Fifteen. Can you believe it? I know that’s probably unhealthy, and I’m sure I wasn’t sleeping the ENTIRE fifteen hours. I mean, the last three or four I was basically just laying in bed enjoying the fact that I was in bed. And then I would doze a little, then wake up and read, then more dozing, then rolling over, etc. I think I need to sleep more during the week.

Today I am not wearing any socks. Not by choice. I had put on a pair of tights, and when I got into the carpool car something caught on them and there was a big hole so I took them off and now my white old winter legs are exposed to the world (underneath an ankle-length skirt, but still). Another sure sign of spring– the emergence of the bright white legs.