Spring finally came to my street this morning. Yes, today. And no, its coming is not defined by weather conditions. The annual debut of a street sweeping truck in my neighborhood signifies the Spring's arrival in my book. The big yellow beast floated by my living room windows this morning and its monotonous humming just made my day.
Despite it's being Monday, despite the fact that I'm sick as a dog (and so are both of my boys), despite the terrible night I had, despite a few sick-toddler-tantrum-terrors I was forced to undergo today, I'm still considering today a personal holiday. And if I had even a slightest physical ability to do so, I would have a glass of wine in celebration this evening. But a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey would just do it for now.
Happy Monday! Happy Spring! And good health to you and yours!