I woke up this morning to a sound I hadn't heard in a while: rain.
Not snow. Rain; beating against the windows.
I did a little happy dance getting out of bed, as rain overnight instead of snow usually means: SPRING!
Aaannnddd then the power went out, so there's that.
And it's been snowing all afternoon. Big, fat, fluffy, wet spring snow flakes.
In a way this almostspring is my favorite time of year. I like the anticipation. I like reveling in one more weekend of guilt-free reading in bed before the go Go GO Go outside of spring and summer. I like the buds on trees, the bulbs peeking through, the thundersnows we sometimes get.
This Cybil-esque weather does a number on my exercise routine though. I can barely muster the will to go to the gym. Why exercise inside when it's 45 degrees outside? Thus the running. Thus the long walks with the dog. Thus the contemplation of getting my bike out.
Soon though. Soon I'll be biking at lunch.
Hell, with gas at $3.29 a gallon, I'll be biking everywhere this summer!