Don't you just love the spring, I mean I do, earth thaws, flowers bloom, rivers flow again, the sun is warm not just a big light in the sky. People are walking and biking and a little more patient and pleasant.
So too much is going on in the world. Financiers are pouring over first quarter data to see what this year could bring and just as importantly to allow them to spin any prognostication they spilled upon a hopeful public two quarters earlier about what this new year would bring. Worried more about covering their reputable asses than they are at advising us and instilling any societal, let alone spending, confidence.
If you can't bring yourself to be happy with what they are spewing, perhaps you can point your energy toward the excitement of championship battles taking place in hockey, soccer, and basketball, or even just inhale the refreshing smell of freshly cut grass that is another new season of baseball. For a week or two, and only that, every city's team has a chance at a September playoff spot.
All the while the regularity of life takes place more predictably than an infants bowel movements: wake, waste, wash, waffles, work, hours of work, go home, feeding time, extra-curriculars, tele/internet time, snacking, beddie by, maybe some reading, sleep. Repeat five times... weekend. For which we get to wake later, but activities are about the same with some alterations: work at home, eat whenever, add alcohol, insert people we choose to spend time with for people we have to spend time with, and repeat only two times:(
Whose fault is any of that really? Not mine, (wait a minute maybe it is mine)
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