When I left Philly for Indianapolis the other day, it was 35 degrees out, there was snow on the ground, and I packed a heavy coat, a scarf, gloves, boots, and ear muffs.  Today it was 60 in both cities. 

Mrs. Elia, my 4th grade teacher, taught us that "March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb." I think the lion has finally taken a hike.  

I am SO FUCKING HAPPY this FUCKING WINTER is now over.  I'm so ready to open the windows and get outside and watch the trees branches turn red and grow buds. 

Tonight as I stood outside abandoned Terminal B for Matt to pick me up from PHL, I almost cried I was so happy because I was wearing a T-shirt and a light jacket, and I was comfortable. My cold has pretty much ended (I'm about 87% better now, which is better than I've been in weeks (save for this past Friday night), and I feel like we're all gonna be allll riiiiight.

Here comes the sun, little darlin'... and it's all right.